Ripped from sleep, 

eyes half-open, stiff limbs 

grind then ease into motion

the mingling of salt and sweat 

dries on my skin; each ankle 

plastered to prevent blistering

on a well-worn path,

daffodils bloom and bathe 

in the late February sun

and confetti-blossom 

trees line a route 

out of chaos 

and into 

calm