Christopher R. Kennedy

To Jog At 5 Am - Poem by Christopher R. Kennedy

Before I’d call it morning
But past the point I’d call it night
Every day I wake from murky dreams
To an impatient alarm’s clock’s scream
And the snores of a sleeping sun.

I amble awkwardly, jerkily, sleepily
To a silent kitchen and
Tug open the door of a wheezing refrigerator
And chilled light blossoms in the darkness.

I sip on bottled water like most might sip on wine
For a moment accompanied by the fridge’s grumbles
Before I dive into the bowels of this dark and silent house.

I bind my feet with elderly sneakers
And soothe my thighs with shorts that breathe
I pull on a flowing windbreaker
And exit through an unlocked door.

I inhale as though I’m breathing ice
As the chilly breeze tugs earnestly at my clothes
And my skin tightens and purples and shivers
I kick into motion with sore limbs and a dull mind
And chase after the dawn.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 14, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 14, 2011

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