the early hours are my time

the world outside my window is quiet

marketa is asleep   sleep of the innocent

i have my tea and my thoughts 

some of which i share

the clock is metaphorically ticking

though electronically silent

i have things which must be done

were i to put them off

the entire day would be askew

i would sidle through my tasks crabwise

i prefer my approach to be doris day 

shoulders squared   eyes narrowed   jaw set

motion linear   ready   set   go!