9-5

I wake up —

morning dew in my eyes.

I sink in sleep —

where I feel most alive.

the borders fade,

I climb braver heights.

the dew,

subsides.

I wake up —

the drops drown me,

yet I swim,

9-5.

Damp

and still,

destitute

I fall and rise,

resolute.

Morning dew pooling,

no surprise.

Someday flowers

will replace

these soggy eyes.

(7/8/21)