Soothing music
softly playing,
pot of coffee
percolating;
muffins in the
oven warming,
lucid thoughts
begin swarming;
for a moment,
they will wait.
Coffee, muffin,
food for thought,
then focus on
what I ought.
Not yet dawn,
no distraction;
that’s when pen
goes into action;
for come the sun,
the words abate.