by David Hanlon
Resonance rolls in
like a blue blanket
tossed from a bed
at morning’s nudge—
a body leaping free,
barefoot, zircon-bright,
bounding down the stairs,
past the dining room
with its empty chairs,
into the crack-tiled kitchen
to flick the kettle on,
toes splaying on maple,listening
as the boil settles,
steam lifting,
sun rising
in the frosted window.
David Hanlon is a poet from Cardiff, Wales. His work has appeared in numerous journals and magazines, including Rust & Moth, Anthropocene, and trampset. His debut full-length collection, Dawn’s Incision, was published by Icefloe Press. You can follow him on Twitter (@davidhanlon13) and Instagram (@hanlon6944).
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