Sun Again

“The value of the myth is that it takes all the things we know and restores to them the rich significance which has been hidden by ‘the veil of familiarity.’” -C.S. Lewis

I set my alarm and tug the blankets to my nose.
Tomorrow, I’ll be Sisyphus again, minus the biceps.

Before I knew the world was gray areas on repeat,  
I stayed awake to catch each new thing—

The world was strong, yet malleable: say  
thank you, share a snack, feel bright like the sun.

If I fall asleep now, I’ll have six hours.

Then I’ll broil my eyes in blue light and finish
The lunch meat on a sandwich with mayonnaise.

I’d state my claim to devouring life’s novelty,
Amalgamating yesterdays with tomorrows,

But the Same-old grips the days and brakes
Them. But maybe—I’ll leave morning me a memo—

Maybe Prometheus would bring the fire again.