Morning Light

Morning light

An early visitor these days,
These lazy summer days.

Coffee on, Cats howl for food,
Same routine,
I never thought I would need routine,
Wanting to be free from ruts and
establishment thinking.

Was it ever establishment I was fighting?
Or my own inertia, my feeling of being
outside a world where how could I say I am not a part of,
When I gaze sleepily at the
morning light.