Contrived annoyances to keep us on track,
The type-A tool of getting ahead,
The faux symbol of responsibility.
I’ve lost them during the pandemic.
My dog wakes me,
Instead of some digital chime.
The sun is out
Instead of night’s darkness.
I’ve developed a normal relationship with the sun.
Easing into the morning is routine,
Leisurely breakfast, sipping coffee, reading news,
Exercising happens when I’m ready,
Not when the bell goes ding-dong.
I’ve gained a relaxed rhythm during the pandemic.
The afternoons pass with quiet family time,
Lazy napping, on Thursdays and Fridays TV golf,
Dinner, PTI, writing, and when the sun sets
Getting ready for bed.
At some point the next day, the sun will rise.