This time I'm blotted

afraid of moving out of the dream
believing my body weightless
my community of dancers waved
a memory
energy bolting into tired obligations
i could autopilot the whole day
but the sun rises
outside my front door.

there is nothing to say about my hard luck
except that my body forgets
i am more clumsy with packages
the movements gripping
breathing staccato
i eat between phone calls
return to a jewel
this morning sky.