The First Day of the Rest of My Life

If only

I could get up early

my entire life would change,

the self-help Gurus tell me.

 

Night-Owl

to Early-Bird

when all the worms are squirming,

dying to be caught.

 

Overthrow

my natural rhythms

to conquer the world;

the dark of night is fantastical,

smoke and mirrors.

 

Daylight hours

ruled by the Sun,

getting-things-done,

the Go-Getters,

High-Achievers.

 

Late-night hours

ruled by the Moon,

Intuitives,

Day-Dreamers,

lounging around in kimonos

spending time ill-advisedly.

 

“All you need to do

is rise by 5:00 AM

to turn the world upside-down

and make all your dreams

a reality” they say.

 

I listen to my motivational audiobooks

late into the night,

studying them in the wee hours,

falling asleep from exhaustion

just before Sunrise,

and dream

about the first day of the rest of my life.