CCW Finalist, Poetry
7 am by Julia Garcia

You stumble down, back bent,
eyes dry and swollen
to fresh poured heavy water
warming dark roast
racing through your cells
the weather channel
robot light jazz
serenading the voice
plentiful sunshine
Plentiful
Sunshine

Pull the cord to
raise the blinds
collapsing on itself
and see the light
walk through the door
from the fetal night
to morning
wake up

Julia Garcia