08-22-2023, 07:41 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-22-2023, 07:44 PM by TranquillityBase.)
It’s 5 a.m.
82 degrees outside
too warm to go out
for pleasure’s sake
three hours until the day must begin.
I’m mostly awake
querying my doubts
while the dog lays against my thigh.
Perhaps I’ll consult the I Ching
but that is more numbers
than I can take
so I retreat to a poem
to tell me
what I already know:
I’m merely a found soul
fixed in the form of words
I pretend to understand.
82 degrees outside
too warm to go out
for pleasure’s sake
three hours until the day must begin.
I’m mostly awake
querying my doubts
while the dog lays against my thigh.
Perhaps I’ll consult the I Ching
but that is more numbers
than I can take
so I retreat to a poem
to tell me
what I already know:
I’m merely a found soul
fixed in the form of words
I pretend to understand.