The bone wrenching

The bone wrenching

Cussedness

Of it

Deadweight

Dragging the flesh

Keeping tired eyes glued

Shut

Wanting to lie still

Barely aware

Of being here

Or anywhere

Hoping something will change.

You know

What I mean

When it is all you can do

To believe

The world is real

Until a bird sings

Outside the window

You think it might be

A Blackbird

Do they sing in the dead of night?

You open an eye

A wavy line in the texture of

The bedroom wall

Is lit up by a streak

Of wayward sunlight

Which resembles the Himalayas

And you are an adventurer

The bird is an Eagle

You are a star

Everybody knows who you are

The road stretches out

Blue remembered,

As the tiredness seeks

To kill.

Everything conspires

To bring about forgetting

Even the drink

Is an enemy

Until a baby cries

In the house next door

And you are a child again

A young man

A husband

A father.

How wonderful it is

To be alive

For just that moment

When all that was

Is

And can be

As everything comes together

For an instant

Which leads to coffee

And another day

Of survival