A Rhythm

I resist awakening
beneath oppressive comforters
refuge in a routine
clocks and meals and calls and meetings

face buried in a book
glancing up to watch for hazards
acting on an impulse
wishing to be somewhere else
bringing down the structure

afraid to dance or jam or fight
seeking anaesthetic
anything to numb the craving
quieting the noise
bracing for the consequences
staying out of time
giving up on understanding

I don't live in days