Campaigning Out of Bed

Campaigning Out of Bed

Five minutes more extends to thirty
Negotiating with time
leads to unfavorable chimes
If I snooze half an hour
I lose my morning misty shower.

My ovine sheath
along
with my silkworm helm
is my defense
against the blitzing winds
of garuda—The howls
of fenrir
breach my snow-bombarded bay
windows, on this red winter day.

But defense
alone
does not win wars—
I ought to unsheathe
myself.

I toss my quilted scabbard
aside,
and it murmurs,
fold me, please.

Five more minutes.