Early morning haiku

7.12.11

Eaten alive: awake;
asleep by nine-thirty sharp;
bathroom run at three.

Mosquito attack
happened when I was asleep:
now covered in welts.

Why they love my blood,
I wish I knew. Damn insects,
vampirical.

Rooster crows at dawn,
eyes flutter and stay open.
Five-thirty? No choice,

I quietly dress
as to not disturb Jenn. 
Make my way uphill.

I am second start.
Jamie’s awake, stirring, smiling.
Pudding. Gatorade.

With paper and pen,
settled into a rocker
the writing begins.

Ease into silence,
scribbling random thoughts seaside
until camp awakes.