Golden sun so quickly fades clear
after 9am hits
and even on Sunday
the rumbling noises start outside,
and scratching from upstairs,
and tired radiates from my eyes down to my belly,
which replies with hunger.
It's been so long since I did this;
since I woke up to read
in my sunlit bed
in the company of all the green leaves looking
at each other from behind
both sides of the glass.
My banana plant points one leaf accusingly out.
My pea plant unfurls like an alien flag,
taller every day
and slightly less full of potential.