Let's See

Let's see if I have woken up
with a poem in my heart,
as Elena, my poet-friend,

the best poet I know

under the age of fifty,
has wished for me.

*

Morning gives me a blurry brain
and moderate energy of body
asserting itself against
the sluggishness of mind.

*

I wake to a hundred small annoyances,
like needles if not swords of Damocles,
hanging above my harried soul:

people to call, things to do,

errands and tasks and repentances.

*

I wake up grateful to have done so,
and grateful for the instant coffee
making the nerves more alert.

*

The forecast says 54 degrees

(twelve to you folks who reckon

in Celsius) and rain all day.

As the artsy student at U Mass

would always say, intransitive,
without the preposition: I can deal.





Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-01-23 at 11:38

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Bibek
Very ingenious! I especially like the wit of the last stanza.
2018-01-23