Morning

Union and boundary

Of borders pushing forward

Stretching out

Leaving holes behind

Pots in the asphalt

That jolt your security

Of questions

Asking friends

To understand

All but too early

In the morning

In the kitchen

With dripping wet

Feet, palms pressing linoleum

Sleepy, foggy eyes

Of the early riser

Demanding the answers

To milk expiration dates

Pushing out questions

That struggle to grasp

The sun striking counters

And blinding responses unaccepted

Fight till the last

Drop of coffee

Comes spilling

Comes filling the gaps

In the center

Of boundaries

Opening doors

With keys

Union of filling ease

Releasing me

The sounds and

Sights of morning.