dailies

waking from a light sleep
nick reminds me

light from the sun
is already 8 minutes old

thus nothing can ever be
still or secure

or flashed into meaning
enough

tho my studies in
the theory

and practice of gratitude
wobbles

my eyes grow dim
i tire easy

and a midday nap
is the greatest pleasure

to be had
i do what i can

crack the books
and study as if

were it would
the great exam