I came across this phrase the other day,
reading about the orange-brown haze
blanketing the world outside my window
the words lingered, opaque —
perpetual predawn glow
perpetual predawn glow
their image oddly comforting
like a careful embrace
haunting yet warm, cozy
as if the earth, after a long, tiresome week
decided to hit snooze
to sleep a while longer
just five more minutes, Mother Earth might’ve said,
rolling over and pulling a thick duvet up to her chin
five more minutes to rest my weary limbs
five minutes, five hours, five days
if it’s all the same to you, I think I’ll rest a while longer
just a little while longer
