Morning Has Opened

Dragged from sleep by an alarm
Which cut a hole in the silent wall.
Then it stopped. Still.
The silence became more silent.
A grade of silence that pokes your skull.
With care, we listened to its words.
Then looked out at the dark world.

Soon the sun had dragged itself over the hills.
Its rays traveled down the valley
To kiss the heads of sleeping birds -
To wake them for their breakfast of song.
The town was brought to life by the heat and the light.
At last, the morning had fully opened ,
Like the tail of a peacock.

Cars began to trickle onto roads.
Their drivers half asleep; 
With minds on nothing. 
And full of nothing.
This between-hour ended with a swarming road.
Then we fell asleep again.