When We Wake Up On The Right Side Of The Bed – Poem By Carol J Forrester #DVersePoets

 It’s all in the wrists

all in the waking

the morning break, of eggshells
on a frying pan lip

golden yolk perfectly round
at the centre of everything.

We are not caught
by the tug of bedsheets

no fishing shards
from burnt out hours.

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