Morning: the hour of pearl. Time
stops, examines itself, exhales a
sweeping fog, and wakes us. Rooms
glow, light spills and swells like a
flood. Banana and coffee stimulate
the brain’s stomach, gingerize
digestion. I sing in the morning,
and I hope you do too. I consider
the constant changing of the
hours, and poetry, and how both
move us in solidarity. We are not
alone in this waking world, so I
flatten my poem with a rolling pin,
slide it in the oven. Watch it rise
“Rise,” 2018. Poetry.
Cade Johnson is a third year student majoring in English at UC Berkeley.