Sunday morning at the RENAISSANCE hotel -Chicago

On the seventh floor
at the Renaissance
a hotel near the O'Hare
airport, I awaken.

5:20 am

What am I going to do

but look out through the window?

Charcoal sky

Just light enough to see some

variable clouds,

just enough light pollution from

the street lamps,

to cast a tan horizon underneath

that sky.

No airplanes go by.

Occasional

traffic lights - double curves.

Head lights come my way.

Red lights on the right dissipate

like tiny

red periods flashing to be claimed by

that sky.

No airplanes go by.

5:25 am

What am I going to do?

Get up. Lower the shade.

Start some coffee.

Start some Sunday morning music.

Listen. Ramirez's, Missa Criolla;

it softly sings

me back to sleep

but, just for a while.

I did not hear
any airplanes go by.

6:00 am

What am I going to do?

Get coffee.  Start my day.

An airplane goes by.