Crazy Mornings
I Shuffle My Feet Forward
Like a slow-moving train leaving the station
My eyes underlined in grey heavy and puffy
You would swear they are storm clouds in the sky
As my mind starts to function
I can feel my lifeless body struggling to cooperate
Each day begins when I feel yesterday just finished
Familiar objects come into focus
Slowly as I walk and reach for the ceiling that is resting above my head
It looks so relaxed and still
Not long ago I was enjoying all those feelings
Wanting and needing the sleep that brings so much comfort and joy
Forced by time
Pressured by society
Riding the never-ending wheel that turns
Food piled into my bowl
Not much different than dog food in a dish
Slowly the milk soaks into the bran flakes
I have mastered how to stretch a smile
My toes and feet now get tingling sensations
New life-like plants that have survived the harsh winter
Amazing thoughts not possible minutes ago
Begin to arrive and leave quickly
Reminding me of little sparrows landing on the ground
Dispersing quickly with the slightest sound
I plug in my cell phone
It also was almost fully drained
With only 12% power
The quietness and peaceful silence
Soothes my stiff and sore body
A quick sniffle disturbing and breaking code
Scratching an itch on the top of my head
Creates new sounds
No different than my cat in the cat box
Her paws lifting up and down
I continue to add my thoughts together
Once like an old adding machine punching in the numbers
The results look promising
The bed that I left
Where my wife laid back down for a quick rest
After she got our lunches together and wrote out bills that are now due
We balance each other out
I slide my hands in hot soapy water
Cleaning the little left over food that remained
Each dish now dipped and clean
Sparkling on the dish strainer
It also was once not a pretty sight
Only after the sun came shining through
Did it sparkle in the light
As I drop the comfortable clothes of the night
Now see my naked body
It stands open and exposed
Only to cover it again
With heavier and warmer shirt and pants
My day has it's stuggles
As we compromise
Taking only a few hours from the magic number of eight
So that we can do all that we have to do
One day we will be able to sleep as long as we want
Propping up our pillows under our head
Instead of tossing them forward and fixing the sheet neatly
We will continue to hug and snuggle
Long after the early morning traffic
Only to get up later and start our wonderful day