Anna Couani #141 Morpheus III

Morpheus wakes me up in the early hours

he didn’t sleep yet

standing in the street outside

rambling home after closing time

pausing to take a leak in our garden

mouthing a few words of abuse

at some companion

then starts a full-blown rant

some kind of lecture

that no one listened to before

he believed in art not artifice

but he was wrong

the morning is cool and fresh

construction work has already started

the cat scratches at the door to get out

the eggs sizzle in the pan

the sun is glinting in the front room

lighting up the bookcase

the house warm from last night

open the door for the cat

sniff the air now laden

with the new day

and the night before