Close up Woven threads, green, blue, red Little girl humming Pan back from above The child sits cross-legged on a round rug in a cluttered room moves wooden blocks into the shape of a simple house Humming, she mumbles And you sleep here You sleep over there Light filters through curtains billowing softly into the room she rises and goes to her own closed door knocks Mommy? Mommy? Can I get up now? A weary muffled voice calls from down the hall Not yet honey, naptime isn’t over The child presses her head against the door She sighs, turns to walk back to the rug She whispers Start over Kicks the blocks violently Close up her clenched fists, slowly relaxing Humming again, Pan back She moves around her room Picks up scattered blocks Returns to the rug Humming Begins to build a new house
Early Morning Poems 