1.
Down in the deepest depths, a mind swirl of grab-bag memories enmeshed with fantasies and stimulating synapses, comforting the realities of the day ahead.
2.
A familiar haunting incites instant action followed by a brief hesitation, a sigh and conviction.
3.
Muscle memory stirs a stiffness, a stumble towards the mirror. Dusty eyes grab at sticks to mint a mouth full of dry and dirty breath.
4.
Sat, for a moment of relief, as brushing teeth and emptying stagnant waters. Now the body reacts, switching on the internal engines, and pulling the winter choke for an idle putter.
5.
Hungry mewlers wait impatient at the door, screaming ‘me first, me first!”
6.
But this is my house so it’s ME first and the engines crank faster, pushing against the weights of gravity and fighting for air. It’s now or never as the land of the living rears its ugly head and the end of the tunnel approaches.
7.
Turning to the criers, those who would die if not fed immediately, expectant eyes pointed skyward. Soft munching sates, satisfied crunching placates.
8.
A process nearing completion, the final pieces unconsciously acted. Stood naked under frozen falling waters, cascading and foaming to wash the dusts and sweats of the night.
9.
The machine is fully prepared with gut juices flowing, gears grumble complaints made for a refuelling. Let’s check what’s at the cooling station and charge up.
10.
Now to greet the sun, wave at the sky for the day begun and get the old grey matter ticking.
Inspired by this post at Poetry Pals and shared with Momoetry April Poet Month challenge – list poem
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