I gave myself a gift of time a week
ago today. I used to start to rise
at 7 but I set the clock to squeak
at ten past 6. I opened ready eyes
to earlier and opened mind to let
the truth about my evenings come to me:
I call myself nocturnal, but forget
that morning’s when I have my energy.

I took a chunk of what was restless rest
and gave it to my waking self instead.
I spent the start of morning as I chose.
In making minutes march to my behest,
I never traded better for my bed.
I think I’ll steal more time from my repose.