Another Soft Landing

something shifts

in the cool bed

as early light wafts

through window smudge.

quiet overtakes herds

of wild garbage trucks 

and hoofed horned creatures

of his wayward imagination

in the alley back of the building

as he begins to budge

and a clipper ship drifts

from sleep’s foreign horizon

to enter calmer waters

of this shallow harbor.

one by one,

his warm feet step

without thinking

or looking back

onto shore's floor

towards the tiny kitchen

and coffee.