This morning I was someone else

A long days journey into  self

Words pulled from forgotten places

Reading posts from new familiar faces

 

Walking a prompt, rewiring an avenue

Pulling hats off of rabbits, changing my venue

 

An endless journey finally drawing to end

Pushing ideas around making new friends

 

A days worth of poems

A lifetime of wordings

A half hours napping

New truths unfolding

Way too much coffee

Not enough sleep

Way too much thinking

Which words do I keep

 

Its a mythical journey

Something grand has transpired

I’m achy and flakey and overly tired

 

Time’s almost over

My bed will await

I’ll sleep a few hours

And be on my way

Glad to be finished

Didn’t give in to defeat

Wrote me some poems

But glad to complete