It’s a lazy, rainy morning,
we sleep into the sounds
of routine against our window,
the rhythmic rain,
the cars to work, the people waking
and talking to daily patterns.
We fight the pull
of order and schedules,
the monotony of morning,
and hold onto the moment
and each other.
We rest until we are finally
restless for when we can be
together and curled
in bed again.