BRAVE NEW DAY
It's the morning, darkness still reigns.
I slide out of bed,
tuning in to creaking knees,
a puppet getting aligned,
standing for the first run of the day.
To the bathroom.
Ahhh.
Why go back to bed?
To fake finding that last dream?
I don't think so.
Better to feel a purpose
running red within my veins.
Heroic tasks may arise
after the first dust devil appears
next to the cat.
Brush in hand,
I find importance in a sweep.
Kitty gives me his back.
Little surprises await.
Better look down.
I am peering through the window
to welcome a day
that will be important.
As it seems every day at sun up.
Life itself is palpable.
It's only midday that signals a truth
that tickles my ear,
and a whisper says,
you can take a nap now.
I succumb,
to gather energy
for the amazing night yet to be.
And then to bed.
An optimist's lament? Except optimists don't lament!
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