Slow Morning

Sounds of morning,
Crickets,
Light traffic,
The toilet,
And none of them
Have any inspirational power.

Sleep has been too deep
Making waking so very hard.
The grind keeps coming,
It’s regular requirement
Forcing my attendance,
So I drag myself from the bed’s grace.

Only to strike out looking for motivation
In whatever the dark morning
Has to offer.
Today, the bugs, buggies, and the bowl
Offer nothing, but their shallow companionship.
“Coffee, stat…”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s