The day comes to us in waves
sometimes quietly, other times
crashing and loud
alarms that shake tables, the bed, the floor
The morning opens to us as a door
as a window
here is the sky, here is the street,
today is pastdue
Cloudy becomes sunny
overcast becomes rain
then repeat or
the reverse
The world revolves
people, sound and colours,
swirling
the carousel spins with or without us