We Stumble as We Dress - March 4, 2024

doesn’t each wakeup

feel like a cold naked birth

as you stumble like a child

putting your pants or socks on

start to wake up by breakfast

and with the last drop of coffee

feel old enough to fake maturity?

And in the comfort

of an evening at home   

don’t the layers come back off

revealing the real you

that slips on the bathrobe

and later the blankets

to cover what’s left?

the smallness

the vulnerability

the great fatigue of pretense