at 5 am a noise divorces me from my dream
yet fails to separate me from my slumber
every nine minutes more ringing fills the air
5:09 questions of existence fill my mind
5:18 comes and goes
5:27 lethargy begins to abate me
5:34 still greets me in the grasp of warm sheets
eventually hard water melts away the markings of a soft bed
a bed my body leaves unmade
because there is much doing still undone
I rifle through clothes both dirty and clean
breakfast is a meal too often skipped
today breakfast is washed down with a bottle of knowing
my mind like theses eggs are scrambled
tomato and onion and pepper and salt
again I’ll be late and it’s my own fault.
Thando Dube 
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