Of other persons mornings I know nothing,
I can not see what happens in their minds
when sunrise gives the best away of colours,
and people going to their work,
what do they think?
I see the blue, first sky in over three weeks time
and white of cloudy floating stripes:
a lake that’s upside down.
I can not know of other people what they see or think.
They might be wondering why I am hanging upside down
out of my bedroom window
to see the lake the way it should be seen.