early bird

Good morning, bud.
Wait til you see the wider world outside.
Uncurl your fingers from the blanket’s edge,
Find a way to crawl out of bed.
Earthworm your way to the window.

Can’t you see what you’re missing?

The light shines, the dew gleams,
The air looks like all sorts of feelings.
You could take a step across the threshold
And live among the abundance.

Or you could sneak away,
Back to hide in your den
Of polyester-blend.

It’s okay, bud. 
Go back to sleep.

We’ll try again tomorrow.