Somewhat wobbly

I stand, somewhat wobbly, on my feet
The morning, post the night before
I haven’t had enough to eat
A liquid diet – a tad more
 
Than I should have in earnestness
I sense objection in your eyes
But rid me of my pleasantness
And you’ll regret what you decry.
 
Weakened, I sit on the couch
And watch a bit of Morning Show
What did he say – I tend to slouch
I listen on a need-to-know
 
Basis. What has brought me here –
For what, and why, and where, and how?
Out opened window flies all fear –
The dog’s bark, the cat’s meow.
 
And silence leaves me with a box
I can leave on, I can turn off
But stop! I hear the door-bell ‘thring’
Must I get up and halt that ding?
 
Or should I let them wait awhile
What is the rush this world invites?
That’s not my go, that’s not my style
Why should I do what they think’s right?
 
I feel a lurch that drags my arm
Get off that couch, you sloth-like thing
I feel them urging when I can’t
It’s time for you to stop that ring.
 
Still wobbly, I move to the door
And look around for signs of life
Where have they gone, they’re there no more
Chagrin has left, swapped with delight.
 
To go, abscond, when I find
My visitor’s inside of me
Welcome; I say, one of a kind
They’ve walked through open door, I see.
 
I couldn’t care for them this day
The sunlight hurts my tired eyes
I close the drapes, and darkness comes
To keep me company instead
Of brightness, colour, too extreme –
Excessive, yellow, green, and red.
 
I pull the blanket over me –
Inside of me we both feel warm
I close my eyes and start to dream
Quiet times – a life in form.