I like to wake up early

Harness the power of the morning

Get big things done before breakfast

And some more soon after

Leaving almost the entire day left for other challenges

Sometimes it does not work out

When I am sick for example

Even a mild sickness like a cold can disrupt my morning time

Laying in bed late today after a restless night of coughing and sneezing

I tested negative for Covid a few days ago which left me elated

But a simple cold virus still knocked me down

Unable to capture my morning today

I watched it slide away from me

Like a drifting ship in a light breeze

Quickly out of my reach but still visible

Teasing me for not getting aboard earlier

Looking out of my window

I see early morning joggers and cyclists returning home now

Reminding me that I missed boarding my own exercising boat today

My bike hangs on the wall waiting for me

He is giving me that sad puppy eyes look

I will have to avoid his gaze for the rest of the day

With low energy and feeling fatigued 

Even writing becomes a tiring task

My fingers groan at every keystroke

My mind is in a fog and refuses to unlock my imagination

I suspect my imagination has been put into mandatory isolation

For fear that he too could be infected with my cold virus

I wonder if this is an early taste of very old age

When your body is no longer able to keep you active

And your mind is too weary let your imagination run riot in your head

Shudder the thought

Its too soon to surrender my eternal youth

I have so much more to do before surrendering to old age

In the meantime I am putting up a wanted poster

For all you bounty hunters out there

Wanted

Ian’s morning

Recently escaped

Reward only if captured alive