Enter, sun! Fill the window with light from your perch
93 million miles away. Warm the bricks of the house.
Bleed, bricks! Leech your heat into the wall, into the
room, the bed where this body lies on clean sheets.
Rise, spine! Click each vertebra into its place, align
yourself perpendicular to the floor. Hold this body.
Again, feet! Again you are tasked to bear without
complaint this body’s weight, the cold kitchen tiles.
Flow, water! From the tap into a glass, from the glass
down through the throat. This body is grateful.
Turn, O wheel of day! This body demands so much
from every minute. Keep turning. Keep the world
giving, stretching out each comfort, the ground
to walk on, the air to breathe, giving until the light
of the sun is devoured, at last, by the horizon.
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Rook Poetry 
I really like the use of the introductory two-word order in the early stanzas, it gave it great rhythm.
Great use of imperatives throughout, which engage the reader and drive your poem. I especially love the lines:
‘Bleed, bricks! Leech your heat into the wall, into the
room, the bed where this body lies on clean sheets’
and
‘Again, feet! Again you are tasked to bear without
complaint this body’s weight, the cold kitchen tiles.’
I also love the image of the light of the sun being devoured by the horizon.
I’ll take it all, please. Beautifully crafted poem — especially like “Rise, spine! Click each vertebra into its place, align yourself perpendicular to the floor. Hold this body.”
Fantastic as always.