Dogs 2013

ROUTINE AWAKENINGS
(3/7/13)


when
I'm getting
ready for work
each morning
going through
the same
old
motions
I try to remember
my bed ridden
mother
in her
last days
unable to do anything
for herself
any longer

when
I'm driving
to work
with the aggravations
of traffic
traffic lights
and construction
I try to remember
all those years
that this
DUI felon
was unable
to drive
at all

when
I get caught up
in the madness
of the job
I try to remember
that just outside
the sun shines
the wind blows
the seasons change
with no regard
to any self
assumed
success
or failure

when
I have to stop
on the way home
for some forgotten
grocery
or household items
I try to remember
isolated duty
living with
limited supplies
and the dream
of walking
into a store
to buy anything
desired

when
I'm on the couch
eating
the same food
watching
the same TV
talking
the same conversations
in the evening
I try to imagine
how it might be
in a foxhole
a prison cell
a loony bin
or intensive care
as I shift
and scratch
in relative comfort
and ease

I try
to remember
my mother's ashes
in the flower
garden

how this
is so much
better
than that

but still
at times
I go quietly
insane
from the apparent
monotony
of it all

the tiger
is not always
sung
so easily
to sleep