Morning has come 
light of day
eases into windows 
lumber I do
across cold floors 
first to heat
then to kitchen 
setting pot to 
boil arranging things 
next to mirror 
and counting lines 
just to remind 
me of the 
many years of 
life I’ve walked 
back to kitchen 
to conjure create
and mix elixir 
my liquid electricity 
meant to make 
positive this day 

Those who 
seek find 
those who 
look see
those who 
touch feel 
those who 
wait get 
those who 
kiss surrender 
those who 
love live 

I think 
people lie
saying they
want happiness 
yet instead 
invite drama 
to dine 
whilst joy
stands outside 
in the 
rain cold 
and hungry 

I stopped stirring 
leaving what settled 
at the bottom 
where it chose
to be rather 
I either sip
or I sit 
enjoying the broth 
of my labor 
or watching the 
life flash past
that has erupted 
from the decay
of my very 
own life’s sediment 

Looking back 
at it
now holes
are interesting 
things frequently 
filled in
with bodies 
of blame 
or left 
gaping open 
like some 
feeble testament 
of suffering 
me I
ignore and 
avoid them 
itty bitty 
monuments of 
something that 
once was 
left for 
others to 
gaze upon 
and wonder 
just what 
happened here