My Brain is Not Awake
Still tucked beneath down
comforter in a darkened room
without blinds, it waits
for its umpteen millionth injection
of caffeine, knowing it has grown resistant
to rejuvenating effects. My body, on the other
hand, is waist deep in work. Sinking quickly,
a ship without a captain, continues
muscle-memoried motions. Immune
to all forms of shaking and alarms, it refuses
to function wihtout infusion of wind and sun.
Briefly I contemplate jumping from office ledge
for sheer shock value, settle for a five-minute
break at cracked window.