Two
riley dog |
half-baked cookies in the oven...fruitcakes on the street... |
and you are filled with longing,
for a brief moment, to drive off
the road and feel nothing
or to see the loved one and feel
everything. Perhaps one morning,
taking brush to hair you'll wonder
how much of your life you've spent
at this task or signing your name
or rising in fog in near darkness
to ready for work. Day begins
with other people's needs first
and your thoughts disperse like breath.
In the in-between hour, the solitary hour,
before day begins all the world
gradually reappears car by car.
Morning, Deborah Ager
Family Therapist living
in the Northern Rockies.
Blogging as Riley Dog
since 1999.
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day draw near
another one
do what you can
we are an accident that thinks
listen: there's a hell
of a good universe
next door; let's go
