it is what it is

the nights are extended
waking in the dark
bent over struggling
to pick up my bags
and place them on the kitchen table
stretching across the apartment
the balcony starting on fire
early birds worming to the bus stop
I breathe in the cool air
crisp in the lungs
a cough to clear the air
the morning glory are holding on
quiet sky, purple and orange
the television isn't on yet
this is the best part of the day