First thing in the morning by Richard Slottow

A large tree in the middle of green woodland. Large white text reads: First thing in the morning. Smaller text reads: Discussing disabled characters in fairy tales and folklore.

Fog over all spread’s confusion. Is this for real?
Up is more than just up right it’s a struggle to remain standing. Still?
Each step a struggle, what foot goes - brain fog - In front of the other?
Left then right wobble, teeter don’t fall right then left?
Step stutter step wobble stand in place and wait. Now where am I?
Am I where I was when the fog came in? Standing upright waiting, move. Forword?
Just another step my destination in site. The door. Open!
Move though, stay up right, sway, stand, wait in the fog for the boys. Are they in?
Every morning’s the same as the fog waits, I stand wobble, teeter, and step?
I let the dogs out another time. Another step, keep going one more!
Back in bed. The fog fades. Again, a day begins first thing in the morning.

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About the author:
Rick Slottow has a self-published book of poetry. It has been over 15 years since he has thought about sharing is work with others. Most has been lost due to technology. Some was printed on paper, but most not gone will never be read. Rick just started writhing again. He is a retired Drug and Alcohol consoler. Recover alcoholic and drug addict. Living in Rhonert Park Ca. he shares his home with his wife a housemate and three dogs, 2 small under 15 pounds and one 0ver 50. In the early stages of Primary Lateral Scleroses, he wants his voice to again be heard.