eyes open
the overhead fan
wobbles in the gloom
if I could only pull the chain
blow the minutes and hours
out the open window
or beg the sun to come early
and kick that moon
over the mountain
my head does a half turn
hits a cool spot
on the pillow
I sink into a dream
night vision suddenly sharp
at running in the dark
while searching for you in that single light of one memory among all those shades of gray I’m confounded by the mist and clouds of an all-day rain then I see it and reach for it that flash in the wate
you see the way that tree reaches towards the sky? for many seasons that was me stretching to heaven with feet rooted in earth awaiting the rains of grace to grow me higher till one day a woodsman app
I already know what I’m going to say when they ask me the secret of reaching 105 naps and would you be so kind as to tilt the blinds on your way out?