MeMaple

I awaken to 
now whereas before 
I had waited 
things I see
others I hear
sometimes read and 
usually always imagined 
we all do 
this very thing 
it’s just that 
I have been 
tapped like a 
maple in some 
far off grove 
with a spigot 
and drained daily 
this syrupy blood
that then splatters
and eventually becomes 
hopefully a sweetener 
to your day