Nadiia Rom, Imprint
Early Riser
James King
If the less you sleep the more you age, I
am among the ancients. I have questions.
Is it okay to scramble eggs at four
in the morning? Was the man who picked my
coffee beans able to feed his beloved hija
today? Did he perk up as he trudged down
and she gamboled up, knees knocking, arms wide?
When dawn breaks into fall, will that sugar
maple framed in the kitchen window blush
as its leaves fall like a shrugged-off nightgown?
I think it wants me to watch through the steam.
Which reminds me: Should I read the scriptures
at this ungodly hour, immerse myself
in all of the begetting and smiting
and betraying and rising? Yes, it is
another day the Lord has made but I
can no longer remember how to pray.
James King
If the less you sleep the more you age, I
am among the ancients. I have questions.
Is it okay to scramble eggs at four
in the morning? Was the man who picked my
coffee beans able to feed his beloved hija
today? Did he perk up as he trudged down
and she gamboled up, knees knocking, arms wide?
When dawn breaks into fall, will that sugar
maple framed in the kitchen window blush
as its leaves fall like a shrugged-off nightgown?
I think it wants me to watch through the steam.
Which reminds me: Should I read the scriptures
at this ungodly hour, immerse myself
in all of the begetting and smiting
and betraying and rising? Yes, it is
another day the Lord has made but I
can no longer remember how to pray.