another night
blends into
morning
sleep
elusive
dreams
disjointed
mind hovers
over water
so far
from land
still
at sea
other writing
on what it comes to
not that
at least
not always
but then again
sometimes
it does come
to that
watching the world
morning coffee
watching my world
shift
on dogs and cats
my dog
would have willingly
followed me
into hell
my cat
would prefer waiting
to see
if I return
contrary to what Mick & Keith say
time
is on
no one’s side
it is
strictly neutral
night
night
still, deep
a long way
till dawn
definition: hope
just
around the corner
over
the next hill
holding the heart
two hands
over ribs
holding the heart
in place
in books
it was always
about books
reading writing
losing oneself
to find oneself
in books
this poem
is not about who
or even why
just when
and where
as in here
and now
as to how
that’s under
construction
or consideration
but definitely not
apprehension
or hesitation
’cause the who
it could have been
about
is definitely definite
about why
it isn’t