I stretch and yawn but not wildly
So as not to disturb puppy poking
in my ribs or my husband spooned
on my back, legs entwined in mine.
The soft white cotton
That covers us floats off
Our bodies as my one free foot
Moves to the moment, as I awaken
With my bed mates. Sunshine
Glows through the bamboo slats
At our windows. A bird begins
His morning song from far away
As senses come to us all. Our
Movements are choreographed
In the opening day of life forward.