AND THE ASSIGNMENT IS: write a poem in which you closely describe an object or place, and then end with a much more abstract line that does not seemingly have anything to do with that object or place, but which, of course, really does.
The sun sleepily creeps up the distance, uncertain if it should wake —
Me; and my sweet-dreaming lady, whom all the blankets did take.
As soft, lapping waters move inward, marking the turn of the tide;
And glowing colours of morning warm the pale blue sky!
Birds in flight, in sheer delight, their Happiness hard to keep —
Inside; as they sing, all the Day hath to bring; it’s hard to stay asleep.
The Tranquility is so addicting, no rush, no clock, no phone!
Then I wake up at my work desk and very much alone.