Loathsome evil creatures; mornings…
stirring one from the peace and quiet of their dreaming
forcing into the eyes and minds the stark truth of reality
unwanted as you are oh thief of silence, again you return.
Bothersome, irritating, distraction; mornings
gleefully robbing the mind of its happy wanderings
filling it instead with to do’s and must remembers
yes worrisome a thing you are this waking, yet you persist.
Clumsy, amusing, hurried muses; mornings
half awake fingers dropping and spilling, feet missing steps
miraculous to me it is that one survives the effort, of dressing
so quarrelsome you render the brain, yet you stumble in again.
Contradictory; annoying and relieving all at once; mornings
much as inky darkness of long winter is disliked, so too are you
and in same moment, you bring gratitude, you continue our lives
alas, far better that you come each day than not, so let the day begin.
Karen Quinn 2013