Day and night

The glowering morning flowers    
as the sun eats holes in my curtain.      
I make a cave of pillows,      
to no avail.        
     
Light enters uninvited,     
dances on my eyelids.      
I turn my head seeking darkness,      
but the sun is stubborn.  
     
Finally, I surrender to the inevitable.      
Though the house is cold,      
the shower's warm water cascades over me.      
I hang my head under the clement stream.      
     
I greet the day with a subversive smile,      
determined to get even.      
But a hundred things call out for my attention,      
until night returns and I embrace the darkness.