June 12, 2014

Alarm


The alarm goes off
at five in the morning
sounding strange,
like I've never 
heard before.

Rolling over,
I shut it off,
trying to imagine
what it's for.

Birds sing,
the sun rises,
a wind blows
through my window,
speeds across
my bedroom floor.

One day,
we'll wait in vain,
hearing nothing,
anymore;
though by then,
I think I'll know 
what my alarm
was ringing for.

6/9/2014