8:03 - the eyes’ first peak into the day
more like into the ceiling and the limbs of rays of waking sun
they dance over that ceiling more like sway gently but does it matter

down-up-down-up cuts the knife
bread pieces fall with thuds
they miss the plate but does it matter

round-and-round move fingers holding stainless steel tea spoon
mixing lactose-free milk into the coffee
it smells like morning even for those still sleeping but does it matter

28$ was the grocery shopping
the cart almost made train sounds
shoes got stepped on
and the coins jingled some even fell down over the tiles but does it matter

in-and-up was the key turned in ignition
the steering wheel was way too warm all windows were rolled down
the dialogues annoyed passers-by but does it matter

13 strawberries were squished along the ride
1 t-shirt got a stain
it wasn’t old or not a favorite
but peace was made so does it really matter

4 pairs of legs ran down the path and out of shadow
1 lagged behind and no one waited
as clothes and heat got lost in sand and quiet surface of the water body trembled
it shivered and got mad at someone agitating sleep but does it matter

plink-plink the lake drops tore their hands
tried holding on as they roll down into the abyss of soil
departing the squeezed out towel in the hands of a soaking wet swimmer
whose skin now carries a bit of cheap cloth dye but does it matter
side-to-side swayed the rusty boat
engulfed in blue and green so firmly it barely felt it
yet it felt the jealousy of those who move the water and themselves in it
the youth was painfully dazzling and it doesn’t matter
    when everything is lost in laughs and talks and questions
    and pats on the shoulders and accidentally touching glances
    in the backseat of another passing week