Sunday morning…

I have only vague memories
of what I was just thinking about
interrupted by the minor aches and pains
that keep me up when I’m awake
I don’t know if my muscles will stretch that far
but it’s worth a shot

Coffee stains on my table
coffee stains in my book
evidence of my frequent attempts at clarity
surround me, dormant and passive
I don’t know if my eyes can open that wide
I’ll see what I can do

The albums sit upon the shelves
collected reminders of impulses I once felt
There’s no need to look when I know what’s in them
What’s really changed since then?
I don’t know if my recall is that strong
I have only vague memories…

(6 December 2015)