Notice

Rub sleep from your eyes

And you may see the sparkle

In the shadow corners

Of your messy bedroom

Trudge to the cupboard for a bowl

But notice, out of the corner of your eye,

The immaculate slate

Awaiting your chalk strokes

Wake up, and grumble

--If you like--

But don't grumble too loud

Or you'll chase away the spirits

They are there

All around you

Waiting

Hoping today

For once

You will notice.