Just waking up

my eyes have to adjust

to morning sunlight

my thoughts,

not yet in my head

still dreaming

of last nights escapades.

It’s funny how

when we first wake up

we’re not really cognizant

of what drives our soul

until later in the morning

maybe after coffee,

we realize our heart still aches

we wonder still.

I’d like to hang onto

the fog

as long as I can

on mornings like this

when peace is still at hand.