not wanting to bound

his first thought upon wakening, as the radio
brought him slowly into the new day
was one of enthusiasm, which was unusual but made a change
from the normal reluctance to face any day

he didn't exactly bound down the stairs into the kitchen,
he still found bounding impossible,
however enthusiastic and keen he felt,
bounding was a no go area

he liked to glide, to float, to hover, to gently get to where he
Wanted to go

which was the kitchen, where a kettle awaited his touch
his gentle touch, as he lifted it to check if there
was enough water to fill a cup

coffee was his choice, black, unsugared, basic

He felt like a cowboy in the range,
drinking his coffee

or a soldier in the trench, sipping a hard won drink