Real movement

 Moving slow, but still, moving.

I wait for real movement

Upstairs.

It seems I move more easily

In the morning

Than the rest of the household.

I am still not one

For early conversation,

For filling my head with new things

Or old.

It is enough to shower

Dress

Brew the coffee

Pour the cereal

With the right amount of milk.

Oh yes

And write this

In quiet words

As I watch the ducks

Search for breakfast

Across the way,

As I wait for real movement

Upstairs.