The clock may read that I have sprung ahead.
But my alarm is making me weep.
Five more minutes is all I can mutter.
My body still thinks that it’s owed sleep.
Feet on the floor and a hot steaming shower.
Clothes come out of the drawer.
That’s not enough coffee to wake me up.
I think I will need a few more.
I have minds to mold and stories to be told.
Unfortunately, it can not wait.
So, I hop in my car as quickly as I can.
I really do not want to be late!