I don’t wake up to morning light today

I began an unrhymed sonnet a few days ago and finally put the finishing touches on it at The Java House earlier this evening, one of my favorite work spots. I broke my own rule of no coffee after 5, which is why I’m now posting it at 1AM:

I don’t wake up to morning light today
The clouds break up the sky and shadows of
The blinds are rivers on these weathered sheets
Ten thousand formless poems restless, waking

The outside dimness leaks through drafty windows
And “rain will be here soon,” I say aloud
into the foggy dawning of today
The world decants its thunderous accord

There’s unbrewed coffee waiting on the counter
I take it black, no sugar commonly
and heightened by incessant obligation
Anxiety Americana, please

I know the earthy cure that’s carried on
the breeze. I step outside to drench myself.

One thought on “I don’t wake up to morning light today

  1. I LIKE. Even an old curmudgeon like me can appreciate true talent. Your thought process comes shining through. And as I read it out loud, it rolls lightly off the tongue!

    Love ya…Grandpa

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