Not dated…but I’m positive this was written in 2006.
Tomorrow, I say, is not a day too late
I will be early
Next day the same
Oh what a farce!
This struggle to conquer sleep at break of dawn
Off to school one morning
Elated at waking at quarter to five
I flee slumber sweet
Fresh eyed like dew at break of dawn
‘Breakfast’ rumbles belly
Breakfast; a thought
Cereal and milk from shop shelf to bare fridge?
Not a chance
The shop is shrouded in sleep
Its keeper still in bed at six
In repose before the traffic of a London day
Make a meal I will
How long will it take?
A piece of string
Clanging pots and pans
Gas slow burns bolognese
My portfolio is not ready!
Organised chaos is what I do best
Quarter past seven; I let sit a meal too hot to eat
Half past seven; salivating
My bus pass! I cannot think where it is!
Frantic search on a need to know basis
Lost is found; what a relief!
My class is at nine
I have an hour to burn tire tracks of speed
Banish fear! Embrace rush!
To Sod’s law miss bus
I knew it, I knew it! I tell myself
Early is something I do not do best.
Oma Okolo (c) 2006