Becoming Midnight

Spent yesterday contemplating clocks
As humans have, from age to age
Many days, these hands sweep effortlessly
The pain hidden by some gift of grace
Yesterday, oh, the seconds though
Surely they doubled in gravity
Looped back and proceeded to wait….

This business of time is rather an art
So thus, must be valued as such
Will I wait one more night
One more day’s tick-tock ruse
When it seems only correct to go
Godspeed today
Where I know my heart must be tomorrow

Quiet Wins

I’m promising her I’ll notice

The grains of sand
One by one falling away

The fog, that had cooled her head
Rolling back, uncool, after all

The once-silent roar
The power regained

Now since she’s picked up her mat

Night Crazies

I’ve seen the future
It’s waking up alone
10:42pm
A smart screen left-untouched
Too long
Stream now gone dark

You forsook that post-dusk walk
Too alone
But for that cat
Third one, now
Avoiding you politely
Crazy like the others

Universe Adjust

Who’s not been here before
This wist-filled den
Tucked far too far from the sanctuary a full heart holds
Green grass growin’ somewhere else
Front porch swing still
Once again
Happy eyes in those old photos
Haunting now
Hurling anger and anguish and gnashing of teeth to the heavens
So the universe may adjust

My You

This is my why
Forever the reason why
I wanted
I wanted us

Light
Together
Nights together
As Together People do

The hour didn’t matter
Just when midnite rolled around
I could reach and humbly find
My You