My toes dance to the tick of the clock.
Sweetness slips away like the moon’s glow.
I hate the taste of reluctance in the morning.
I hate how I can’t pull myself together quick enough
to disguise the vulnerability of Sleep’s miracles,
its mindless chatter & abstract images
that keep my brain functioning without true consciousness.
I hate the fowl breath of Life as I arise from slumber,
that hideous intoxication of a new day, a glorious
sunrise that shakes the birds from their perches.
My ears tingle as I tune into the sounds of Reality.
One eye open, everything soon sharpens into focus.
I always hope that this will be gone when eyes open,
but everything’s still there, still the same.
Ahh, how I despise this taste of reluctance!
How I long for a new day that is not a Day at all!
I twitch a little. But only a little. Maybe Reality has improved.
Or maybe I’m still asleep, & Day itself no longer exists.