And each inch
turns into foot
and each minute 
into an hour 
so does day
ever so slowly 
creep up over 
and beyond like 
little fingers slowly 
reaching for cookies 
and the light 
ahead of darkness 
or maybe behind 
edges out night 
like some anxious 
onlooker vying for 
a better seat 

Awakened by him
not him but 
another him so 
many too many 
hims singing hymns 
of lament and 
longing and loneliness 
that I wonder 
with so many 
hearts aching and 
breaking and thirsting 
will there ever 
be enough love 
to quell these
fires that rage 
deep in lonelyland 

A finger found 
its way there
sight unseen sigh
and sign heard
little green lights 
signaling good go
ahead yes please 
and this finger 
and those ribs 
played a melody 
only the ears 
of lovers hear
humming right along 

A cup a
spoon some coffee 
and some cream 
standing here stirring 
staring and stopping 
I remember when 
and then like 
gum in the 
mouth of some 
anxiously bored teenager 
I’m snapped back 
to the taste 
that it left 
and wondering if 

Up up up
I go beyond 
to a place 
that I didn’t 
know was possible 
much less how
to get there 
yet here I 
am and now 
what if anything 
at all am
I supposed to 
do pull up 
a cloud I
guess and rest
maybe someone else 
will come along