Three Line Lunch: Between the First and Third Alarms

a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 209

Between the First and Third Alarms

First alarm 6am stabs the dark — daylight savings stole my morning to pay the evening.
But second thought at rising early: vitality. Between the first and third alarms 
It rolls around my brain, sing-song: “My vitality belongs to me, forever.”