NaPoWriMo #2 – Sparks

Sparks

In the predawn dark 
After wrestling with my bladder
An early awakening

I turn on no lights
To keep the house asleep
And maybe myself with it

I hush the door shut
Take off my robe
Move it towards the hook and see 
The sparks

Hear the crack
Of gathered static 
Bright enough to wake my wonder

Imagine what conspired in this

If I had not filled my bladder with beer
If I were not dragging my feet in a whisper walk
If this robe contained one thread of nature
Or my charged hands hadn’t brushed it just so

Nothing

But here in the predawn dark
I saw sparks

Little Mercies

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