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Already I should have emerged
from the waters, dressed,
office-bound, ready to shine.
Instead, the second alarm
scolds, rain falls behind
my eyes,
I can barely fold
my feet from the sheets,
shake myself into my body.
I am certain if I tilt
my head just so,
all the brightness will split.
Jonathan B. Aibel is a recovering software engineer who lives in Concord, MA, homelands of the Nipmuc. His poems have been published, or will soon appear, in Chautauqua, American Journal of Poetry, Lily Poetry Review, Ocean State Review, Pangyrus, and elsewhere. www.jbaibelpoet.com