I sometimes feel the need to explain myself. No matter what course of action I take, it does not always seem illuminating. I wonder if you ever feel that way.
In writing this poem I was influenced by the weather of late. Temperatures hovering in the teens and a smattering of white fluffy stuff drifting about the surface of a frozen earth. Living here in North Texas, we occasionally experience varying degrees of weather. Snow, ice, cold temps, makes one want to stay in bed. Well at least when one gets to be my age. Maybe I should not generalize.
Let me put it this way, I, at times, want to stay in bed and can’t. I find the circumstances to be exasperating. The occasions that come to mind are those in which I find myself with a serious motive for rising early. On these occasions, my desire is to stay there however, the circumstances prevent that desire.
On the other hand, some mornings I am not obligated for any particular project and have the freedom to stay a bit longer. However, I awake at an early hour and find myself unable to go back to sleep. Such is the revolving degrees of slumber and I have no solution.
So here are The Peculiarities of Nature. Perhaps you may see the motivation in this poem.
The Peculiarities of Nature
The early morning sun rises daringly
through the slits in the venetian blind.
Peering timidly from within, I resist approval.
I battle its domain;
He, not willing to retreat,
Me, not ready to abandon my comfort.
His actions imperil my sense of slumber.
As the darkness retreats, I stare helplessly,
Even as my vision flounders in the shadows,
Events of pretend still fresh
Of faraway places in my mind
I struggle with consciousness.
I feel bewildered.
I seek authority; there is none
I seek motivation; there is none.
I seek insight; there is none.
The whims of nature are tenacious.
The glimmer of his powerful rays
overcome my illusions of self-possession.
His persistence is overwhelming.
The venetian blind, raised to the limit,
my eyes are focused distinctly.
The morning ritual is bright and cheery
and I reap the reward of full satisfaction.
Good morning, Morning!
© January 2017
Stay warm, wherever you are.