It's Still Life

Fingering

Morning arrived
without the insistence
of a sharp bell,

only breeze through windows,

fingering the pleats
of the curtain, breathing
as if the house itself
had decided to wake slowly.

The alarm
forgot its duty

and I,
for once,
agreed.

Some images created with Midjourney; all writing is authentically my own original work.©Misky 2006-2026.