The days have lengthened to
the point where you can see
the tips of sunrise on our

dark sojourn to the job in the early
hours, the sky still sleepy-tinged,
groggy. The parking lot at work

is surprisingly lit, peppered
with headlights of cars idling.
The denial that the day is

already started, a few more
minutes of fitful sleep,
reclined in the driver’s seat.