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.
