First Steps

The first steps out of bed
rub away the last bit of sleep
coating my soles
and leave it on the ground to dissipate.

I stagger too far
and snap the thin string
connecting me to the dreamworld.
It was made of moonbeams and mist
and was tied to my big toe.

Drowsiness fades
and leaves a cluttered silence in its wake.
I'm listening now to the day
swarming around me.