She
wakes up at 4am
6am
Makes
a god awful racket
Though
trying not to
Flushes and gets back in
Feet
cold after only a few minutes
Out
It
always wakes me in that half dream
Kind
of way
Where
you’re there but also not
Your
toes still off the ground
Then
back into it I go
Other
nights I dream right up to the bell
It
goes off and you open your eyes
In a micro
second turning the sharp corner
From
some rainbow/dead friend/Atlantic ocean
Storyline
To a
white sheet and blond hair in your face
And wondering
why the sun
Hates
you so goddamn much
Coming
up as it does
Burning
away out there uncaring and
Unaware
of you
But pushing
you forward towards
Your
small day with its bits and pieces
Screws
and fixings and dust and clutter
And all
the needful things
Too
A
push and pull of digging in your heels
Rolling
up your sleeves and
Hoist
the black flag, as the man said
But
then also
To
see an end
A
beautiful end and remain powerful enough
To
climb toward that too
A
cycle of wanting and the waking world chasing that
Want
from you
And
there is no secret to any of this
Other
than to fight against the days
Follow
the sun
Rest
in shadow
Keep
dreaming right up to the bell.