Poem #2,566 | There – that thought

There – that thought rises up
with my morning – unspoken
as ever – a glimpse allowed &
then ushered off [to a place I
avoid] – It’ll settle with feline
repose [not stirring for now]

All my day will be rubbing at
that first moment’s staining –
application of light scourers
on fragile surfaces – I sleep &
never expect to wake with it
on me – there that thought &
that is how my day will start