Soon to Awake

Home in Corydon.
Home with the usual bustle and scurry.
Hurry get ready now!

Quick to anger
Slow to understanding
And soon to awake

Both parents at home, but neither available for help.
No breakfast this morning
Just get ready soon

Quick to anger
Slow to understanding
And soon to awake

I fumble at my backpack
The bus passes by the window
Only one more chance to catch it

Quick to anger
Slow to understanding
And soon to awake

I’m already irritated at my first loss
Now my sister plays that abominable song too loudly
“Don’t trust a hoe.”

Quick to anger
Slow to understanding
And soon to awake

My blood boils and my anger rises
I move my mouth, but no words come out
Then I scream “TURN THAT UNGODLY CRAP OFF!”

Quick to anger
Slow to understanding
And soon to awake

My father bursts in, asking “Are you okay?”
Blearily I say, “‘Twas a dream. Go back to sleep.”
His answer: “It’s almost time to rise anyway.”

Quick to anger
Slow to understanding
And now awake