Friday, January 27, 2017

Surprisingly, A Poem

It's dark lite. 
Not yet today.
No longer last night.
     Middletime.
 
Stillness cradles.
Hush resounds.

Stairs creaking.
Lamp casting.
Memories of dreams
   fade.
I begin to assemble
   myself.

Two legs, two wheels
accoutrements
off I go.

Chasing myself 
the long way
home.