Poem 20150406

Today’s poetic challenge from #NaPoWriMo is an aubade. Aubade are kind of the opposites of a serenade, which is a poem or a song meant to be sung at night. The aubade is all about the morning. And I have never written one before. So. Here it is.



the sun comes up like he does
and the alarm goes off like it does
and the cat walks over my head
because she wants to eat like she does
and the dog whines
because he wants to eat and go outside like he does


you roll over away from me
ready to head into the day
ready to exchange the warmth of the bed
for the warmth of a cup of coffee
ready to get dressed while i’m stuck, flat on my back
checking my phone
sneaking glances at you while you
put on make-up
put on your clothes
listening to you
sing whatever song you woke up with in your head on a loop
and finally when i hear you
hit the coffee machine
i finally drag myself out of bed


outside the sun barely is up and hidden behind early clouds
but the hummingbirds already swarm the feeder
four, sometimes five at a time
and somewhere the phoebe is singing
and today the squirrel doesn’t threaten us
from the safety of his tree
no shaking of his tail or angry chittering
just the usual avoiding of other dogs’ offerings
while we perform this morning ritual
even though the dog has a back yard
he prefers to walk on a leash


we drive together
NPR providing the background noise
laughing at the amusing disgusting juvenile
wifi network names that pop up as we
pause at intersections
plenty of college freshman
laughing at their own jokes about
“your mom,” pulling out, or vague threats
about stealing their wifi


in the parking lot
you grab your stuff
and there’s a quick quartet of kisses
and you surprise me with the last one
and the sun is finally breaking through
the clouds
as i drive toward work