The Story of the Day

Already forming in the brain,
What it looked like outside, the hour
You woke up, what you did with that

First hour, then the second, changing
Light, how you felt, the narrative
Of what this day, so far, has been,

And you haven’t even spoken
To anyone yet, you haven’t
Even checked the overnight news,

And you know you’ll mostly forget
The majority of events
Of this day with stories in it.