You Woke To It

You woke to it, wasn’t there when
you drifted off, no broken-backed
obfuscations dithered in your mind
other than the high-quality toxins
from one and a half litres of first
class red wine.

Actually you have a vague recollection
of waking earlier – an epiphany of sorts
because the TV channel had mysteriously
changed; you don’t watch wall-to-wall
newsreels when there is a choice of live
sports – even pissed out of your brain.

Huh? Newsreels! How come?
Don’t even try to follow it
through, simply turn the
volume down to a less
invasive level, accepting
another of life’s mysteries.

And so to bed with the spouse
– who wasn’t snoring. An average
day, with an average ending –
except for waking this morning
to a feeling of utter amazement.
And that’s what got me wondering.
© 28 April 2007, I.D. Carswell