chai on an empty stomach

Chai on an empty stomach

Bitter tannins nauseated 

Retched trying not to vomit 

Unsuccessful 

Early morning reading

Slog of a book 

Didn’t think I’d finish

Ending underwhelming 

Sunrise later and later each day

Waiting for the darkness to fade

Into light to venture out

Routine walk, routine doubt

Mornings so certain

If/ then statements 

Rest of the day, I’ll waste it 

Tomorrow repeats

There is here 

There is now

In the quiet hours 

Until the chatter of the day awakens

And all that was 

Or will be collides

I am absent 

From my own time 

Contemplating existence again 

Contemplating the confines of time 

Contemplating the walls of my mind

Contemplating nothing of use