Pale Sky Breakfast Blues
It is early.
The sky stretches above the mountains
–pale, white, untouched–
a question unanswered:
What will we make of today?
It is too early for thoughts.
The sun itself has barely opened its eyes.
Only the toddler is noisy and cheerful
as he munches the insisted-upon breakfast:
peanut butter sandwiches at the break of dawn.