I rise before dawn,
The new day to start.
I creep downstairs silently ,
Trying not to disturb the missus,
Counting each stair
Until I reach thirteen,
And know I am at the bottom.
No lights do I switch on,
The dark surrounds me,
And I know my way.
I open the living room door
The brightness attacks me
From every corner!
The brightest being the laser blue light
Coming from the telephone,
Then there is the light from the stereo,
Showing me the time and the way
Into the dining room and kitchen.
Where the light from cooker
Microwave and coffee maker
And another beam from another ‘phone
Allow me to see.
The light from the radio
Again telling me the time.
My laptop on the table
With lights shining from the switch.
I turn the laptop on
And am bombarded with brightness
From the screen.
I click on my iPhone
To check for messages
And the brightness is so intense
That the sunglasses have go on.
So I sit hear writing these words,
Able to see my way through them,
Without turning on the lights.