On the Nightstand

In celebration of April being National Poetry Month

On the Nightstand

Knowing next

to the darkened

battery alarm clock

on a decorated stone

coaster sits a

store brand soda

I awake in the dark

thirsty, but knowing

the act of getting

the drink will wake

me fully.

I roll over

trying to sleep

thirsty,

with the quenching

two feet away.

I drink and rise

To sit in the quiet dark

of my comfy chair

and write this poem

with no thought

of poetry month.