The Day in Cinquain

Awake

to meet the day

so still the hour at hand

alarms will soon expect response

arise 


At work

minutes slow dance

around a floor of clocks

in slow repeat across the dial

of time


Midday

venetian blinds

allow filtered sunlight

shadows scatter across the floor

diffused


At home

unlaced unwound

not bound by rule nor hour

some shoulds get lost in folly thought

undone


Still dusk

salmon colored

clouds skim across tree lines

cicadas warble lonely cries

for night


Asleep

day dreams turn dark

subconscious mind awash

with scenes unforgetting of past

lost time