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"Hastening"
by Jeph Johnson
How many more days
must I slog
before burgeoning?
I ask myself this
every day
while waiting each night
for the sun to emerge,
the thing finally does,
I'm awake.
So pondering blossoming
becomes my objective,
once in a blue-tinged moon.
Dawn's early light
is what I'm expecting
and it
honestly
can't come too soon.
Motivation to wake
was the goal of my slumber;
unconsciously I'd toss and turn
until the mistakes
(I was told I must plunder
from dreams
I could never discern)
were made clear in the morning,
when thoughts that had clouded
my mind
began to return.
