Awake
I crawl into bed
too tired to fall asleep
reliving the day
–
a warm breeze-
awake in my bed
paralyzed
I crawl into bed
too tired to fall asleep
reliving the day
–
a warm breeze-
awake in my bed
paralyzed
nose against the glass
looking through my reflection
at life passing by
–
still water-
echos of
narcissus
pale whispers of men
pass by along the river
rowing in silence
–
walking stick in hand-
my footprints
fading
waking every day
under a threadbare blanket
to an empty bed
–
bleary eyed-
the crows outside
contemplate murder
ringing in the night –
hearing the sound of your voice
I fall to my knees
–
silent crickets-
two marines stand
in my doorway
softly spoken words
meant for only you to hear-
whispers by your neck
–
our wedding duvet-
my open heart by
your sleeping ear
an early robin-
lichen covered granite steps
cut into the hill
–
holly berries-
amid the ivy
a cardinal
a cool cloudy night-
the horizon aglow with
fingers of lighting
–
dry lightning-
fire licks the walks
of the arroyo
in a farmer’s wall
amid the moss and loose stones
frogs sing in the night
–
crickets-
rain traces
stone to stone
in the dark shadows
cobwebs cling to memories
of a distant past
–
winter stubble-
remnants of
my father