Risen promptly, undeniable.

Before the daily break

Of solar flame in the sky.

Beaming past pillowed clouds.

Encouraged to commence

With productive activity.

Instead met with sour

Fatigue. Straining on weary

Shoulders and battered limbs.

Forced to drag and grasp ways

Out of black-curtained solitude.

In need of return to the comfort,

Compelled by a quiet mind,

Though waiting for it must

Be done at lasting day's end.