stream of consciousness, 6 a.m.

My brain comes on when the alarm goes off
the music pours in my ear and percolates the cells
I start to think about toast
socks, cats, sex
sitting peacefully with a book
work, God, furniture
airplane schedules
Anne Boleyn, the ironies of sleep
the feel of hot water
peace, rain, bluegrass
bills, joining the PTA
the tomatoes in bloom
the way your coffee smells on Saturday morning
the snake I found.

Just before I go under
you throw out one Moses arm and
hold back the water for just a few minutes more.