Daniel B. Silver



It’s another Advil breakfast
As I rise achingly from sleep
My eyes are lazy and uncooperative
I contemplate release
The alarm brought back old ache
Shot in head and back
Inflammation like a memory crouches
Poised for attack
A slow sun rises and warms the earth
Drying the early dew
I bring my body to running water
And try not to think of you
Soon I’ll be in transit
Facing the daily grind
Two wheels on the pavement
Half-awake; half-blind
The routine is overly familiar
Unappealing to say the least
Soon I hope noon will come
And this Advil morning will cease