My Mundane

Starts are almost always same

My mundane

The alarm sits in hopeful wait

To rudely shake me from slumber

And then drops to silent disappointment

When I wake ahead of the blare

I stare at the numbers

And with a flick

The switch

"Missed it by that much"

Says 86 the clock brain

I smile my mundane

Legs are tested

Do they work

Aged pain as blood recourses

The zombie walk to plop in this desk seat

And put life back to these screens and drives

A reconnection with hope and disappointment

Is she there does she love me

Did the world survive my rest

Of course all is there and myth or truth may be found

Bound in the ones and zeroes

Enough

Elixir is necessary

A pattern mundane

Dump the old: I really must wash those now dirtier dishes

Open the lid: I again forgot to get the filter from the cupboard above

Dump the old: I really must take the trash out today

Close the lid open cupboard get filter close cupboard open lid

Pour water to six cups, three to me

What place has such tiny cups?

Plug the grinder: two thirds beans plus ten for flavour
Elementary, and I smile my mundane

I hope I am not waking the neighbour

The grinder motor is failing

Electric scents motive olfactory

Dump: switch to red, I need to buy beans and filters

The wafts of nations far from me

Grinds of sweat and soil and growth

And burlap and donkeys and Juan Valdez

They enter my mundane

Grateful I am alive

Grateful she loves me

Grateful relaxed

Cherry pie and a cuppa joe Shelley

Cooper wakes

Get a life mister

I smile my mundane

And change