Lying in bed
The first morning murmurs
Open the window and turn off the fan
I’m up first
And my coffee grounds bubble
It’s called blooming
When you let them breathe
Kiss me in the kitchen
Making eggs and toast
Bare feet on the tile
It’s warm enough now
And while you cook
I check the garden
Run my hands through the kale
Kiss the sweet peas
Whisper to the peonies
Good morning
