One More Thing Added To The Universe, Or "An Ode to Waking"

I know that only my love letters
Arrive in silence and upon my waking,
That glorious waking that fills you
With the feeling of space and the taste
Of morning light pouring through the windows
Like auburn iced tea consoling a dry
Hungover mouth. I may forget,
Forget the great sculptures and brilliant books,
Forget the rules of fate and the proper employment
Of lascivious looks but may I remember waking,
Maudlin harlequin waking that without
We would be prisoners to our dreams
And stare wooly eared and wild eyed
At the cacophony of unrelenting sleep
Unfurling like tattered banners in a snapping wind.
I much prefer the dust at dawn,
The death of night and the sparrow's song,
A trash truck moaning up the hill
And the loose attention to the coffee pot
And breakfast that reminds us who we really
Are as we glance out the window and see
Only blue beauty and true skies,
Making us forget the need for true endings
And false beginnings.