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My Reward

	My Reward
	No alarm clock these days. 
	I don’t have to be in class at 9:30 any longer, 
	attempting to convince other sleepy people
	that I know what I’m talking about, 
	so I’m slow to rise, 
	but then I’m old and move carefully.
	Let me tell you how early dogs wake: 
	some time before God does 
	on one of His bad days. 
	The room is still dark, 
	and all I can actually sense 
	is three anxious-to-go-out hairy forms. 
	My wife, an extraordinarily kind woman and early riser, 
	whisks them away, 
	and the room is mine, 
	so I just lie there (or is it lay...), 
	watching nothing on the ceiling, 
	aware of how pleasantly close the comforter is, 
	my nose and ears the only cold appendages, 
	my weight and the resulting dent 
	in the memory foam mattress, 
	and how soft the pillow is 
	now that I have retrieved it from the floor 
	where the dogs pushed it in their hasty exit. 
	At an unscheduled silent signal 
	I turn the covers back, 
	very slowly lower my feet to the floor, 
	search for my slippers with my toes, 
	turn on the all-too-brilliant bedside lamp, 
	reach for the red water bottle, 
	and swallow my first handful of pills for the day. 
	Then I just sit there for a while, 
	letting the fog clear a bit
	and the blood trickle down to my feet.

	I often have the sense 
	that I don’t want to go to sleep at night, 
	because doing so only means 
	that I’ll wake the next morning 
	and have to do it all again. 
	Yet another day... 
	That would be interpreted in some quarters
	as a signal that I want to end it all. 
	Not so! 
	Now that I have the luxury of time, 
	a slow transition from horizontal to vertical is delicious, 
	easing into a day sure to be like no other;
	my reward. 

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  1. Date: 7/6/2013 4:09:00 PM
    Jack, you sorta said it all. I guess you still have poetry going for you and that's a good thing. Nice work. Allan

    Jordan Avatar Jack Jordan
    Date: 7/6/2013 4:59:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thanks, Allan. It is a good thing... Jack
  1. Date: 6/13/2013 12:02:00 AM
    You're getting better and better, Jack. This brought back all sorts of memories for me and how my little dog Java used to be my 6 in the morning alarm clock... every... single... day! I used to sleep in 'till noon or sometimes three. I forced myself to wake up at 8:30 or 9 because if I don't, it kills my ambition for the rest of the day... you should listen to the song Banana Pancakes by Jack Johnson... it's all about waking up slow :)

    Jordan Avatar Jack Jordan
    Date: 6/24/2013 8:28:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    I like Jack Johnson, but I don't know that song. I'll find it online. Thanks for the suggestion.
  1. Date: 6/11/2013 10:29:00 PM
    : ) Enjoyed this always "bring it home"! Well said, my friend! Always, Annalise

    Jordan Avatar Jack Jordan
    Date: 6/12/2013 6:13:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thanks, Annalise. I appreciate the very nice comment... Jack
  1. Date: 6/11/2013 6:40:00 PM
    OH, how I love speaks to me..the line about moving from the horizontal to hilarious. BG

    Jordan Avatar Jack Jordan
    Date: 6/11/2013 9:01:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thanks, Barbara. Being able to live like this, however simple, is a blessing... Jack