Lamp blind cup
and curtain water 
cloth wash and 
brush lift crawl 
slide and cuddle 
arms hands hair
and cheek to 
think conjure create 
and write about 
this right now 

I find me
here in silence 
maybe the tick
from my watch 
reminding that time 
is slipping away 
like the drips
from the eaves 
icicles which started 
as snowflakes that 
began as ocean 
and became clouds 
all things go 
their own ways 
and the best 
we can hope 
is to see
them as their 
one thing once 
or another twice 

The night slips 
deeply into sleep 
darkness a veil
gauzy and thin
hides the lights 
making them blur
it might be 
my own sleep 
shadows of dreams 
difficult to shake 
a heaviness lumbers
and drags itself 
to the kitchen 
starting the kettle 
and then coffee 
which will snap 
like nights shade

Lies and 
broken promises 
seem to 
be the 
dishes of
the day 
where once 
they were 
seldomly seen 
daily specials
have it
seems been 
added to 
the menu 
available anytime 
never ordered 
frequently served 

Well it doesn’t 
really matter really 
wherever I am 
it’s a room
it’s always been 
just a room 
where I find 
myself whenever I 
do find myself 
it’s never grand
or ever vast
very often small 
for like the 
hands of the 
Creator giving away
my soul to 
the world so 
goes these words
quietly to you