This morning on waking
before even a rub, a squint
or reaching for the spectacles by the bedside
I lie here and stare
at the shapes at play
in the darkness of pre-dawn
The artist is a fan
of dark color on the palette
to capture the amoeba who swims there
in the deep blue paisley soup
Until the dawning
when one-celled creatures
multiply, turn millipeds
rise from the brine
rear heads
brush teeth
and head out to face the day
Ā© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Alphabet City 
nice one!
Thank you, Geraldine. I appreciate your stopping by and commenting. š —–Chagall