Snooze

The snooze bar is worn out.
Hit every five minutes for three years,
It is beat up and tired,
Ready to be released and
Dismissed to rest.
Please, dear hand,
Let up on the hits.
Allow a new pattern to emerge.
Cease this endless game of false beginnings, and
Eliminate the stops and starts.
It’s time for life to wake up,
To get up, to roll out of pause and move.
It’s time for snooze to sleep.

dd, 2/23/10