Training
day is a fun day
It is also
a nerve racking day
I’m not
the best participant
Not that
I’m unruly
Or
insubordinate or rude
It’s the
situational narcolepsy
Brought on
by leaving my desk
Sitting at
a table
In a
different room
Having less
to do
Just listening
and learning
And I am
relaxed
This morning
I did great
Engaged and
alert
But then
there was lunch
It’s
always the lunch that gets me
Today was
a real challenge
Barbecue and
cheesy carbs
Delicious and
deadly
From an
I-want-to-stay-awake point of view
So the
anxiety begins to rise
As my head
and eyelids begin to drop
And in my
eminent half-coma
I begin to
be delusional
Sure that I
am hiding it well
Pretending
to write a note
Or read a line
It is a
fool’s paradise
Those familiar
with me
Who feel
no need
To protect
my feelings
Have let
me know
In graphic detail
How painful
it is
To watch
me fight it off
So I will
sit up and move
Walk around
and stretch
Get some water
Stick my
head in the sink
Slap myself
in the face
And hope I don’t leave a mark
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