The painful clamor of the garbage truck startles me at predawn--
I roll over and sink into the warmth
And will myself back to sleep.
Instead,
My mind is ready.
Planning, checking, anticipating…
I give up the fight.
The darkness is deafening
As I tiptoe, wandering
But wishing to accomplish some task,
Anything that will lessen my load
Without waking the little fairies
That live in my midst.
Too soon, they are around me,
Tumbling, bubbling, giving me purpose.
I am caught up in their reverie
And ride the wave.
Suddenly,
As if to remind me this cannot last,
The light fades and my body slows.
The little trolls collapse,
And I, not much stronger,
Take to my bed as if summoned.
Again, I wake.
A poor fellow up too early
Delivers my paper in a car
That should have been put to rest long ago.
I do not rise.
I do not think,
But I cannot return to where I was.
Now my day extends before me
Like a vast, barren wasteland.
I have no fairies, no trolls.
I move through a thickness that slows me
And steals my will.
The day is long.
I hear a folktale
About a man who lives his life backwards,
Beginning with old age and ending as a baby.
That would be the way
I think.
I would appreciate it then.
--Jill Rossiter
2 comments:
Hi Ms. Jill - I enjoyed reading your poem, and was looking at the snowmobile one too. Can I post comments etc. to that one too? How are you guys doing. We have been exercising and getting sore almost everyday. This Walk The Walk, which is also an areobic exercise which increases the "Intensity" seems to be helping us. Just wish I didn't get sore and tired, oh, well. Your Dad is doing the back stretching exercises you and Ryan showed him and says it is really helping his back and legs quite a bit. I have been doing those too, and adding some other stretching exercises I used to do. Helps. I just wish the "Lard would fall Off a Little FASTER!!!". lol Guess I need to change the diet even more, eh?
I need to be making brooms so will stop it w/the computer fixation for the time being. LOL
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