This is a true story of today. I still feel somehow cheated out of an hour of sleep. Damned stupid daylight saving end. My brain is struggling to cope . . .
No, it’s OK, nothing another cup of coffee won’t help!
Monday fades away again
as Sunday begins to glisten
on today’s horizon
Yesterday recalled now –
football was on the field
husband there, cheering
the boys on in battle.
So that must mean, today
I haven’t won my own battle
in getting somewhere in plenty of time –
a thing to be proud of,
instead, today I’m up super early
foolishly early, with nothing planned
beyond writing this dopey poem.