During the night
I put such demands
on myself.  It’s always
climb and then climb more–
unswerving uphill.
My dreams shine a light
on an orderly life
arrow-aimed at perfection
all straight lines
sharp edged.

I’m always relieved
when morning comes
and I think ok I’m human
and one step at a time
I can do this.
I turn on the teapot,
anticipate the cup warm
in my hand.