early, too early

you wake up early now
because you are old.
life is telling you to get up.
you're running out of time.
you look out the window
and see the others
walking briskly, striding,
fighting off death
with arms chest high
pumping. wearing
bright green shoes,
and vests. hats
and water bottles
attached to their waist.
you let the blinds
fall back down
and crawl back into
bed. how's the weather
she asks, lifting her
head up. maybe we could
go for a walk.
it's cloudy and
cold you tell he.
you dont' want to go
out there. not yet.