I went to bed last night (on a Saturday) at 9:30 p.m.
Sunday, I’m awake at 5:00 a.m., too early to flush the toilet
(a 6-hour wait, can I wait, of course I can wait)
‘cept I forget,
and the Foaming Root Killer fails to flush
and instead rises high and spreads
up and all over the floor.
Back to bed, please.
Later, maybe, better results ahead.
I sleep too late and miss most of my favorite Sunday morning
my weekly uplifting watch-what-other-people-do TV show
about their art, their music, their writing, (missed that one, slept too late)
all the happy news I wish to absorb.
So I say,
I plan,
today,
for me
to be
first
on my agenda,
spring is in my air.
Yet I delay.
I do not pee,
I do not cleanse
no water down the drain
breakfast, (probably a good idea)
house-cleaning,
cooking,
empty already-emptied boxes,
sweep barren and rotting floors,
air out the rugs
but why?
Maybe wine.
Wait.
Kill time until noon.
At noon, exactly, the day will begin
to descend and cease to rise.
A downward descent
rather than a climb.
“Why,” is mostly the question these days.
Why anything at all?
Wondering the difference between
a rise and a fall.