Still In the Game

Still In the Game


Still in the game

The start-up is awkward.

Stumbling to shower

And java gulped down.

Sticky the heat

Before morning’s birthing;

Mindless in motion

The drive across town.

Still in the game

With walkers and dog pals,

Bikers with lanterns

And loading dock noise.

Backwards our clock

(The City still sleeping).

Silence, reflection

Our own secret joys.

Still in the game.

As blood starts to travel.

Ears hear the whispers

Of commerce begun.

Households with stories

Of next day’s adventure.

Bursting the tree-line

A hopeful new sun.



Note: With thanks to William Wordsworth

http://momentsmidstream.blogspot.ca/2009/05/wordsworth.html