Saturday, October 25, 2008

Morning Meanderings..a work in progress

Rustling white bedsheets
fumbling through first thoughts
Recognizing
the silence
the sound of waking life.

Familiar functionings
cracklings of ankle-hinge
involuntary inflation of lungs.

It is today, again.

The truth of this
and the fallacy of all such time-bound truths
accelerate the movements.

Platelets and plasma
pursue their transformation
deep blue bright
red pounding

The Grand Drummer drones on
giving and taking
Time
turning and ticking away.

1 comment:

Geneva said...

that's coming along bloody well.