vignette / what the hell just happened

I'm drawn to the commonplace for reasons clearly defined,

but not issued in the form of a directive.

I'm free to be cantankerous if the opportunity presents itself.

all this happens within the space between the chasm 

of deep sleep and full awakening. here I find the pour of coffee,

the cat’s mellow meow, and the occasional appearance of something

which changes its attitude with time and distance.

this morning the common sparrows daydream of a better station in life

which never comes, but the trees appear to be better served by sparrows.

what is not better served by morning's arrival is last night’s drivel,

slathered across the illuminated screen.