You wake with Unease
who’d slept quietly beside you
until the moment you had stirred

maybe a crow had tapped a window
perhaps an attic squirrel had been perturbed
as echoes begin bouncing
when stillness is disturbed

Unease upsets your mindwheel
the instant eyelids part
which starts your mindwheel working,
turning, opening the harbor gates of daylight
to the terrifying oceans of your heart

by Jim Culleny