Early

The still dark

wraps around me 

its beautiful hands

and I can lean back 

for a little while and

not think about 

anything.

That is a great pleasure 

to know for some time 

nothing is required of me

that the train will go by

on the track 

and I can let the gold 

and the flame of it go. 

I can float on the bed

and imagine a bed of stars

I can sit in the armchair and 

write until the sun

lifts its head and looks down 

into my eyes. 

Tomorrow is here

but it comes in gently

wearing slippers

and it is an old friend 

already 

so I can remain 

disheveled but comfortable

nestled with eternity

and the cat

watching the shadow people

move down the street.