First Morning at Balund-a

By Rob
 
Awake from fretted sleep
to rain at first light
Cold corridor feet
on institutional tiles
military shower stalls
stern and uniform
 A window reluctantly admits
the opaquely filtered
 monochrome landscape
mist hanging and drifting in
eerie elegant swirls
raindrops  dripping  slow
and quieter than
the muted birds