First light is winter-empty and bare.
Yawn
Roll over
Look at the clock
Yesterday’s reruns spatter life’s branches.
Stretch
Rise
Morning’s sleepy reflection is older than expected.
An accidental dose of startling honesty
Quick
Pull the veil back in place
Race into another day
Before the first swallow of morning brew—hot, strong, sweet—cover reality
in a thousand sprouts of springtime green, soft as a baby’s cheek.
Buds pop
Leaves open
Windswept branches sway
Mid-day is covered with dense, verdant foliage.
A short shopping list
An overdue phone call
A silly Facebook game
Move
Faster
Faster still, if only to hold the madness away. Ignore the tick-tock and
the belly’s clench. An intolerable lull could reveal a sting in your eyes or a small,
involuntary gasp.
Just
Get
Through
Focus on a fantasy-future as daylight slips by unnoticed.
Russet leaves disguise evening’s passion.
Connection hides beneath distraction
Sincerity under sarcasm
Authenticity behind repression’s mask
The caress of a warm, damp cloth can’t wipe it clean but still
Softly
Slowly
Lifts intensity from another day.
Night’s branches rustle under a black-satin gown.
Leaves dry
Curl
Drop
Sweep them from the pillow and pull the covers high against night’s
chill.
Eyes closed
Breath deep
But the mind holds fast to one last luminous twinkling.
Wasn’t there something?
Yes
Something more
A meant-to-be knowing missed in the flurry. A door hangs ajar, a
choice stirring in a restless mind. Turn towards it?
Step in?
Allow that small, innermost child to walk helpless
Vulnerable
Alone
Through grief’s blaze?
Or give in to sleep’s sweet escape as the day’s final leaf falls.
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