You could set a clock by him,
he climbs down from his chair
and nuzzles me. Okay, I say,
and grab my robe as I lurch
toward the back door. Five o'clock.
The alarm will ring in half an hour.
I've things to do, a big day ahead.
A tough day. And I can't go back to sleep...
well, I could, but I'd suffer for it.
It's quiet, the house asleep.
I said I'd start meditation.
I've said so every day this week
and more before, but I don't have time.
It's five o'clock. The alarm won't ring
for half an hour. I get up, move to my chair.
Okay, God. I did my part. Now talk to me.
Please?
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