Early
 Morning
 Music


1 May 2014

5.03

First
 scribble 
of 
birdsong

scrabbles 
the 
edges
 of 
sleep

it’s 
cold
 I 
hunch 
the 
sheet

higher 
over 
my 
shoulder

you
 sleep 
silent

and
 warm 
beside 
me


5.17

A 
double
 thump 
on 
our 
drive

the 
newspapers


cylinders 
of 
babble 
and 
shout

whisper
 nudge 
and 
lament

huddle
 under 
their 
flimsy 
covers

until
 that 
first 
coffee


5.29

Wide
 awake 
now

the
 good
 news 
the 
all
 clear

is
 like 
your 
warmth
 beside 
me

I
 want 
to 
shout 
it 
to 
the 
heavens

but
 who 
wants 
to 
see 
a 
silver 
haired 
man

barefoot
 and 
in 
a 
dressing 
gown

skipping
 down 
a 
still 
dark
 street

hollering 
his 
hallelujahs?
–

besides
 it’s 
raining


5.36

chip 
chip

chip
 chip 
a 
thin

chirp 
in 
our 
garden

chisels 
the 
darkness

a 
chink 
of
 first 
light 
creeps 
in

some 
insistent 
bird 
poking 
and 
scraping


shut
 up 
you 
idiot 
chiseller

you’ll 
wake 
the 
wattlebird


5.44

Oh 
no! 
here 
it 
comes


its
 first 
tentative 
notes

harmonious
 as 
a 
broken

crank shaft

now 
it 
goes
 hammer 
and
 tongs

whatever 
it 
might 
be
 expressing

splattered 
over 
the 
sunrise

the
 only 
way 
to
 stop 
it

to 
chop 
its 
tree 
down


6.03

I 
can 
sleep 
another 
hour

then
 I’ll 
hear 
you


stir 
turn 
and 
stare 
at 
the 
clock

the 
birds 
have 
gone 
silent

nudged 
out
 by 
a 
ground
 base

of
 traffic 
and 
sunlight
‐

time
 to 
make 
our 
own 
music


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