Waking

The ceramic tink of my morning

swirling in a cup

to wake the sleeping brain inside

my head, full of dreams

and memories of dreams.

I rub them away with a long slurp,

a gulp, a breath,

half closed eyes now half open,

my mind uncurling,

wrapping its ribbons and strings around

my body, leaping to life.

 

© Hayley New 2016

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