Morning brings us mindless enterprise
until Brain sorts itself sorts itself out
and finds a side to lean on as
rational thoughts begin to unsteadily rise,
as do we, from beds draped in blankets
and dreams, soon lost in shallow mists.
uncertain what this new day will comprise.
We only awaken when the world makes sense again
and each moment of each hour of this day stops
being a devastatingly horrible October surprise.
Which may explain why so many refuse to awaken,
fearful of what the day may bring to their side.
Living in the dawn of denial and refusing to think
keeps nightmares hidden behind false pride.
Which may explain why so many fear being woke,
and despise those awake, yet steadier, than they are.
It is easier for some to remain in the dark ages,
unable to face each new day with hopeful anticipation.
The unstable on their feet, pushed around in misdirection,
bombarded steadily by false presentation on their way
to the kitchen from the bedroom to prepare for work,
which may or may not be securely theirs if AI has a say.
In darkness, they color outside the lines of common sense,
unable, and scarily unwilling, to follow a rational conversation;
or simply refuse to move an inch, holding on to the fence.
We all need a simple cup of coffee, for satisfaction.
We all need a moment, or two, of silent reflection.
We all need to accept our common imperfection.
We all need a personal course correction.
We all need to reassemble our sleepy thoughts
and start behaving as we ought.
We are stronger than we know.
We can stand on our own.
we can let fear go back to sleep
as we awaken on balanced feet
facing each new day.
That is no mean feat.
It was never meant to be.
We were made from and for love.
We are the morning, not the mourning, dove.
