Morning Meditation

I recalled how I used to get up at 4:00 AM to go to work for Labor Ready years ago, and how much I hated getting up that early.

Along with my warm-blooded kin
Bats aside I rise with the dawn
With all the reluctance and none
Of the grace of a tendril of mist
Peeled off the ground by sunlight

 

There's nothing like a good night's
Sleep duplicitous friend to reveal
Time's ablative action on the body
Bones yellow dreams evaporate
Exhaled into space like hydrogen

 

But mysticism and fatalism never
Were any good at fixing the clutch
Or feeding that hungry landlord
I realize while lacing up my boots
In front of my plywood Rubicon