Breakfast 

The alarm clock goes off 

signaling dreams are over 

A hot shower helped to bear 

another Monday morning 

The certain premonition 

of drudgery ahead 

makes rushy breakfast 

a quiet and dull shred 

of time I will forget 

as soon as I leave home 

I swallow the black coffee 

it is hot and strong and bitter 

and I remember being a kid 

a time when everything seemed bigger 

I recall breakfast with my family  

the alien sentences of grown-ups 

depicting worlds that seemed so distant 

and so confusing and so strange 

Back then I knew a little about courage 

and about beauty and about dreams 

about infinite possibilities 

and about valor and bliss 

But the fabric of those days began to fray 

magic withdrew into the children's books again 

began the mimicry enactment in the play 

and I met the distant world of the deranged 

I finish my black coffee 

it was hot and strong and bitter 

and I remember being a kid 

a time when everything seemed bigger.

Ulysses A.