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