Waking again I am handed an immensely full glass of water,

Surface tension being on the only reason it does not spill

Automatically.

Now, this day, like many before it,

I am forced to wash, dress, walk,

Do all tasks with this water glass in my hand.

 


Everyone seems to be watching,

Not my every move,

But whether I will spill it again … in my latest endeavor.

Please take this glass from me,

so I may tie my shoelaces

And proceed with the day in peace.