all in a day's work

it's early.
the morning dew is still caressing the grass.
sunlight beaming like a spotlight.
as it gently peels through the windows

my body lay static.
dark purple bedding intermingled with legs.
pillows scattered haphazardly 
collecting dust on the carpet floor.

i do not want to leave.
i do not want to see the world today.
i do not want to join the crowd 
of other forlorn workers,
alienated, while still so close in space.

i only want to lay here
sunbathing in the hopeful morning light
but the shallow promise of tomorrow
gently coaxes me to get up and join the fight.

the martyrs of prior insurrections
beckon for my weary body to rise.
they say we have to struggle for revolution
even with the knowledge 
that it will not happen overnight.

-liz