It is not the sunrise itself,
that we remember,
but the long moments before
when the edge is stretched ad infinitum
in all directions.
She sat, coffee luke warm,
watching this, wondering that,
Getting up, walking away, and then
for memory, glancing back.
What did you expect to see?
Did you want this to be how you recall
your morning? Cell phone alarm, tranquil light,
hiss of coffee, and a quick walk to catch what you might be missing.