Litany Rewrite: My Music

You are the wake up call and the wake up.

You are the happiness and the shower.

You are the car ride on the way to school

and the sound coming from the birds.

You are the sheet to the pianist

and the bow to the violinist.

However, you are not the homework given by a teacher,

the essay due on Wednesday,

or the dead grass outside.

You are definitely not the barking of dogs outside.

There is no way at all that you are the barking of dogs outside.

It is quite possible that you are the distraction in my head,

maybe even the interruption of this poem,

but you are not anywhere near

to being the late night tears.

And a quick look at the phone will show

that you are not the text message in the chatbox

or the cat sleeping at my feet.

It might interest you to know,

since we are talking about this,

that I am the crying in the closet.

I am also the child typing away,

the pathetic mess on the floor

and the late night cleaning of the room.

I am the one shouting along, too

and the stress of life.

But don’t fret, I am not the wake up call and the wake up.

You are still the wake up call and the wake up.

You will always be the wake up call and the wake up,

not to mention the happiness and--just because-- the shower.