Sleep is elusive
A cold wind throws
scattered gravel
volleys of rain
against the glass.
It’s 3.29am
The kitchen is dark.
Milk, lit by
a prison break searchlight ,
is taken
and restored
to the fridge.
I make tea.
I sit at the table
Hands cupped
in warming
supplication.
Wind, rain, breathe, sip
Repeat
I'm weary
which isn't enough
to deafen
ancient echoes of
experience
and memories
that speak with a
clarity and resonance
overriding the world
I can see, touch
and feel.
They are the loudest voices.
Night embroiders my
flights of fancy and
All those scenarios
play out
If, If, If,
If only.
Images
flicker and fade
from view
Wind, rain,
breathe, sip
Repeat.
Splinters of light
from an unshaven day
are gathered
one by one
forming an
ever widening sky
Even as that grey
flooded horizon is complete
The darkness is at work
reclaiming, resurrecting
its lost and found
domain.
complete, save only
for a few
stolen fragments,
Enabling the stars
to shine.
Wind, rain, breath, sip
Repeat.
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Former Picture Editor. Now a sometime photographer and poet.