Found me cleaning up the mess
I had made before the sun rose
From its primitive grave.
Tendrils of yarn and rest
For the unraveled sweater
Met my tired hands
As yesterday’s 6am
Called others to rise.
I was paralyzed with
Exhaustion,
As I finished my 28 hour
Work and dropped,
Like a stricken sparrow,
Into sleep.
Yesterday’s 6am.
The same sun rose again
Today, and I blink my eyes,
Preparing to face another day.
3.5.19
