awake

he didn’t
bound out of bed
exuberant
with the sounding alarm
soothed
by the chorus of birds
trilling the glory
of the morning sun
ready to face the new day

he rolled painfully
to the edge
of the matress
let himself
drop
to the floor
with gravity
doing the bulk
of the heavy lifting

scowling
as the coffee
hissed
into the pot
as he wiped the sleep
deeply encrusted
into the mirrors
showing
his barren soul

he began his attack
on the newly sprung day
with the same
casual ignorance
he put the last
to bed by
unwilling or unable
to cast free the shackles
of emotional detachment