lather, rinse repeat

day  breaks on the top of my head again
knocking, knocking and asking
"anyone home? anybody there?"
no choice for me but to grunt
and acknowledge that i am
still in there
routine in
routine out
lather, rinse repeat
count to ten,
do it again
until one day,
five, six, seven
day breaks sideways and nudges you,
quietly whispering in my ear
"life, is a gift, life is yours",
the day asks,
"how much to you want it?"
and that question is my closest companion
tucking me in at night
shaking me awake through the night
serving my dinner,
pouring me another glass of wine
finally, the question is answered
and once again, the day is dawning
a kiss on my cheek
renewed and i am awake
alert and appreciating each new day
all it takes is a pause
when change nudges you,
when possibility
becomes an unwelcome companion

Reviews

[Jibey]

Intriguing how possibility can indeed be unwelcome... for possibility of pleasure is also possibility of pain