February 2022 Flash Lit 1 - Your Chariot Awaits

Your Chariot Awaits

 

Up in the dark.

Toothpaste scrubs the mouth awake

enough to see bedhead

blob in the shadowy mirror—

don’t wake the sleeper with a light.

Pad down the hall

in yesterday’s socks;

curl into the chair;

uncap the orange pen.

 

Soon the orange will

spread on the horizon.

Wheels will turn and grind.

Hop on and ride the day.