Free in the Morning

Little else comforts the soul quite like

The sun shining down on me.

It simmers away the cares of today.

A kettle warming for tea.

No time is the same as morning.

The day is unsettled and free.

The day slips like sand through my fingers,

But each morning, free I’ll be.

The headstrong sun of the morning

Pauses time and I see very clearly.

Who I am and what is good.

I wish days could stay this early.

Drained Away

I laid in the bathtub while the water and the me drained away, and it drained away.

I laid there till I drained away down the deep dark pipe irretrievably, down the deep dark pipe irretrievably.

And we’ll never know who I would have been, it’s probably better this way. No, it’s probably better this way.

4/3/2020