Awakenings

No cream in the cooler
Or sugar in the souffle

No oil in the pan
Or salt in the salad

No frost in the lipstick
Or shadow under the eyes

No wires in the box
Or keys on the chain

No creases on the sheets
Or cobwebs on the ceiling

No sparks in the plug
Or sprinkles on the floor

No spring in the steps
Or blue on the horizon

No locks on the gate
Or ashes in the tray

Just a flicker on the screen
And a snapshot of the morning.