Wait For Me! The Early Morning Bus with chiccoreal

Morning has broken. It's Bus time, and this week the challenge is chiccoreal's. To whit: write about what you think, feel, do etc. first thing in the morning. Or else sing, but I didn't go there. Mine is a bit of a rush job, as the morning has been coming far too soon for the last few days. But every word is true, and there's at least one blogger out there that can attest to this fact.

So rub those eyes, have a stretch and a scratch and then join the other riders here at logb
http://logb-chiccoreal.blogspot.com/



On Waking

The appearance of perfection
is hard won in my house.
Presume not to ring a bell
before the ritual.
Grey-skinned, mute and blurring,
I must find my morning mug
exit by the back door
for fresh air and first cigarette,
repeat three times,
wash, apply make-up.

Then, I approach humanity.



Dedicated to the watercats