09-23-2017, 10:09 PM
Hoarfrost
My head is in opposition as I shuffle the dusted planks of the room.
My coffee and I ease into cushions to let the pills apply themselves.
Eyes lightly closed against everything.
I tug them open again and discover the moment.
I spy gemstone hoarfrost on one corner of my window,
A single pane high up frames the splayed web of rainbow dust,
The sunlit frost pushing through my haze: its splendor keeping me buoyant.
I; embarrassed for unrealized accomplishments.
As concomitant to the time of life enjoyed by the frost.
It seems I have been out-performed and it’s still early.
I stretch to see when a man walks past the window.
Dark hair and glasses and a steady gait.
There’s temptation to say he came out of nowhere,
But I know that’s not possible. He has a home, one supposes.
Both origin and destination remain secrets held from me.
On this particular mission of his.
Wherever he’s headed.
I don’t know.
Waiting, am I, for the coffee to cool a bit.
Touching the mug with the backs of my fingers I decline.
Patience, I have learned, is the only treatment for everything.
My head is in opposition as I shuffle the dusted planks of the room.
My coffee and I ease into cushions to let the pills apply themselves.
Eyes lightly closed against everything.
I tug them open again and discover the moment.
I spy gemstone hoarfrost on one corner of my window,
A single pane high up frames the splayed web of rainbow dust,
The sunlit frost pushing through my haze: its splendor keeping me buoyant.
I; embarrassed for unrealized accomplishments.
As concomitant to the time of life enjoyed by the frost.
It seems I have been out-performed and it’s still early.
I stretch to see when a man walks past the window.
Dark hair and glasses and a steady gait.
There’s temptation to say he came out of nowhere,
But I know that’s not possible. He has a home, one supposes.
Both origin and destination remain secrets held from me.
On this particular mission of his.
Wherever he’s headed.
I don’t know.
Waiting, am I, for the coffee to cool a bit.
Touching the mug with the backs of my fingers I decline.
Patience, I have learned, is the only treatment for everything.