Baby answers cooing bird on vine
Copper and bronze ignite the sea
House yawns in preparation for the day
Boards sings the song of naked feet
Breakfast smells and wagging tails
Baby fed and others rousted from their beds
Taps run, cistern fills as pipes sing
Post box delivers news of the outside world.
Steam rises, bright eyes and burnt hair
Calls, last calls, final calls and cries of care
Toast in rounds pops and drops, dangle
From mouth as hands see to buttons
Cries and calls in the hall, goodbyes
Lips collide and doors close. Bang.
Peace accompanies early sun
Baby giggles, eyes alight with fun.
© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com