Early to Rise
- Nick McReynolds
- Apr 30
- 1 min read
Updated: May 1
I’ve been told I’m hard to wake up next to
A storm wrapped in sheets,
bursting from dreams
like a prizefighter,
punching the air with joy.
No snooze button, no pause
just bass booming from my speaker,
the same seven hype tracks,
my morning ritual of war drums
Shouting for the day to rise with me.
I don’t do slow.
I greet the sun
With a race
Of who can put our feet on the ground first
They say it’s hard
to find stillness in my presence.
Good.
Stillness is for yesterday.
Dance with me instead.
Let’s wake the world up.
