Sara Hopkins - Morning

Wake up <br />your limbs are noticed <br />right away <br />they make you concrete <br />and encased. <br /> <br />Wake up <br />your feet take you <br />to the bathroom. A few more steps, <br />your disillusion <br />hangs on by threads. <br /> <br />Wake up <br />the light, <br />the noise, <br />Oh, clumsy <br />you. Clattering <br />and clinking <br />so early. <br /> <br />Wake up <br />tiles in the bathroom turn <br />to tiles in the station <br />and shoes and shirts and ties <br />clamber on. <br /> <br />Wake up <br />and then some, and then <br />some, <br />and then <br /> <br />you're a loud one, you are <br />thrust <br />into the jumping present.<br /><br />Sara Hopkins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/morning-186/