This Reckless Day (Poetry)

By: JANA GREENE

How dare the sun show up so soon,

displacing the shining silver moon,

while I was still in slumber deep,

astral traveling in my sleep.

The nerve of this brand-new day,

to behave this reckless way,

expecting me to rise and shine,

and act like everything is fine.

But ah, I’ll greet you anyhow,

the audacity of you choosing now

to rise and show up anyway,

and rip me from my astral play,

until the moon hangs high again,

and the waning moon lets me sleep in.