Erica Jay Twists and Turns photo by Beryl Fine
Waking up before sunrise.
I open my eyes.
I rub them, stimulating the eye balls, wiping the sleep from the crevices.
I stretch my legs and toes, heaving them like sacks of potatoes over the beds edge.
Shuffling in the dark, kicking clothes, feeling around with my feet I stumble to the bathroom.
With the clink of the light on, I now can see clearly.
As I stare idley into my closet. I think of nothing. I stare into infinite.
I reach my finger digits out a grab pants, shirt, socks and shoes. Thoughtlessly I dress my body.
Nurturing my belly with cinnimon corn flakes and rice milk, I stare. Still thoughtless, still numbed from the hours of wistful slumber.
These moments are my treasured routine. Silent, dark and solitary.
A moment of zen.