Risen promptly, undeniable.
Before the daily break
Of solar flame in the sky.
Beaming past pillowed clouds.
Encouraged to commence
With productive activity.
Instead met with sour
Fatigue. Straining on weary
Shoulders and battered limbs.
Forced to drag and grasp ways
Out of black-curtained solitude.
In need of return to the comfort,
Compelled by a quiet mind,
Though waiting for it must
Be done at lasting day’s end.