my body does,
My brain refuses.
My eyes are still to heavy to lift
For more than thirty
seconds at a time.
An hour after entering the bathroom
I pulled myself into the kitchen,
Head swaying when thought swallowed me,
Back into semi-dreaming.
Energy didn’t burst through me,
Even as I am awake enough to report,
I am also now awake enough
To appreciate the grace given by a Sunday morning.