the first ten minutes of waking

what woke you?

the sound of Mozart.

how did you sleep?

i dreamed in leitmotif.

and then?

i read Whitman.

what did he say?

"the smallest sprout shows
there really is no death."

what happened next?

i found a love note from Buddha sitting on my nightstand,
a scrap of paper from the beautiful woman,
asking me questions intertwined in bed.