to reconnect with who i was,
before i was,
who i seem to be.

drab and alone,
left to bear
the human condition.

they award no trophies
to those who yearn
to live serenely.

i'll smash a clock.
or maybe jump up and down-
fluff my pillows.

no, tomorrow i'm cooking.
breakfast, ******* it.
coffee too.

and i'll see an eastern sun.
i know trophies are won
by participants.