words me too, where go trip to other coasts, love sands I don’t know— streets bed
haiku
Needing Order Children swarm line, loud, waiting for coffee, envy– They, life. Me, just grown.
window moving, shape– recipe forming in breath, hour tally, pick
Sleep no but a bit. Stay awake yes but I have to rest – think something.
No thanking god, it’s Just Friday, another day. Work, drive, count, breathe, go–
There’s something, else, and what– my seat, taken, so I revolt, shift in course.
Senses and concept of time, everything; and organize, why? Late.
Finally quiet Parent wishes, and I have for another sec–
It’s the waiting that takes from centeredness. Pale, so… I wait for its dive. 3/12/16
Looking for an I don’t know something where un defined mythic gone– 2/21/16