sunday morning

The light was confused
Bright like a sunrise on the ocean
But white like the light of a downpour
I woke quietly this morning
And walked tenderly over the
moaning hard wood floors
The deep red carpet
Muzzled my footsteps
bouncing around the apartment
On my tip toes
I didn’t want to wake the downstairs
Neighbors
It isn’t fair that I wake so early on a Sunday morning
Fiona’s morning baby gibberish
Comes through the window
With a sea of buzzing air conditioners
Stuck in the sides of buildings
Like sebaceous cysts
the cool of an undecided rainfall
breezes through the apartment