Sunday, September 2, 2018

Poem: Waking Up

Some days are harder than others, it’s true. Some mornings, especially when I have to work, I’ll wake up before my alarm, water my plants, and bike to work. Other days, when I have the morning to spare, I may hit snooze again... And again… And again. I wonder where the time goes and why I don’t want to face the day.

I particularly struggled with this when I was living in England and studying for my Masters in English Literature. Because my classes were so late in the morning or in early afternoon, I had no obligation to keep a regular schedule. I set my alarm for eight anyway, though I found myself more often than not getting up at nine and my actual work starting at ten. I’ve gotten better, especially since I’ve graduated and since my new phone has a snooze function with ten-minute intervals instead of five. But I’m not always there.

The following poem is about that struggle. But I also like to think that it’s more than that. I’m more than that. It’s dedicated to those who don’t want to get up in the morning, those who’d rather sleep just a little later than deal with the coming day. You’ve got this.



Waking Up

I’ve stared at my calendar,
            but…   somehow…
I cannot seem to circle the day
            not when
today—tomorrow—is like a pool,
            and I
am lying on its edge.

Please don’t ask me to swim.
            not now—
not yet—just five more minutes,
            and I
promise I’ll get up—I’ll crawl
            across
the shore and plunge into the depths.

I can swim—stroke after stroke—
            it’s not
hours of swimming but just
            one arm after another.
I can do that. I can breathe.
            Lay on my back and feel
the rain patter down.

***

Let’s chat! What did you think of the poem? Are you a morning person, or do you struggle with waking up?

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