Waking up before the sun’s first blush

Opening the sand papery eyes

The puppetry morning routine begins

Looking less drowsy than a zombie

Splashing cold water with a lack of expression

That pale inmate face polishing the addiction

Going about the morning chores

Keeps me acceptably sane

Having lunch with my gang of irritations

I am on with another taxing day

Waiting for it to run its course.

©️ Divya Venkateswaran