Woke-Up Wednesday

When I woke up Wednesday,

I wanted to skip the shower,

To brew myself a quarter of an hour.

Instead, two more hours passed,

and all I wanted was my last

Few words back, away from the ears,

Back in the shop for last-minute repairs.

Unfortunately, life isn't on repeat.

Soon enough, I just wanted off my feet.

That wish didn't have a leg to stand on.

Seeing the last hours of my workday recede,

What I wanted next was a lot something to eat,

Something nasty, six servings of several deadly sins,

So I scrounged something up; I sat down to dig in,

and that's when I learned what I wanted to know:

That all I wanted was a moment alone,

To stop wanting–to breathe.