Hour 1

9/2/2023

“Another Today…”

 

No alarm called –

Just eyes now aware

wandering, wandering yet another

mornings path…

 

“T’is a chill morning – ”

freshly-stale coffee in hand,

in mind…

“- to start this …day -”

echoes float …somewhere within,

somewhen within,

“a morn of remembrance,

yet again…”

 

…And a view of coffee’s heat expanding away as

grey-blue sky, early morn ground mysts – intertwine

and all meander toward transparency then beyond

to a never-filling emptiness

that patiently awaits our arrival.

 

Leaning…

leaning…

arms finding rails –

body on auto-pilot arriving

where feet have worn the place of pause.

Ghostlets of cars wandering concrete-ribbons…

barely aware

though still within notice.

 

The mind …touches… the echoes

of remembered moments.

Eyes glaze over with years long gaze

into other whens…

 

Sounds become …yesternows…

and time …time…

enwraps my senses anew.

 

I no longer wish…

life just IS –

beginning moments

again

…of you.

 

Chris

(C) Chris Twyford 9/2/2023