Not without Poetry Challenge, day 5
Today's offering, based on a prompt at Not Without Poetry.
True Urgency of a Healthy Breakfast
Sleep unmakes us. In the night we drift
Into the surreal, take the shape of dreams.When the clarion
Of the alarm jars us back, we remain
Half-formed, blurry, with mismatched eyes
Cat whiskers, or ears elven-pointy.
It’s not simply sleepiness that makes
Our early-morning faces alien in the mirror.
We come back different, molded by dream
Into something unrecognizable. The ritual
Of coffee or tea helps, but it’s the act
Of eating that grounds us, makes us fully human.
Somewhere in the middle of the oatmeal,
Or halfway through the egg-yellowed wheat toast,
We become solid again, not faerie-fancies of the night.
And that, my friends is why breakfast
Is the most important meal of the day.
Today is actually a two-poem day--hurray!--but the other one seems to want more form than it has now, so it may not be posted for a while.