Solitude (day 2793)

He could not remain solitude
Friends emerged from all around
One found under a toadstool
One behind a thriving red spruce
Even as the day waned
A coyote came strolling along
Until at last, eyes tired and closing
The moon bid farewell and peace
Then all at once a new day began
A sun stretching over the horizon
And with it, a chorus of white breasted birds
To ring the day begin.

Cold Stream (day 2792)

When the wind blew at my door
There I was standing tall
I saw the drifts of snow gather
I heard the poplars clack together
And deep within my cooling heart
I heard a groan so vivid
It symbolized the burden laid
At the foot of my days toil
It symbolized ice cold water
Gathered at the stream
And every step upon
Frozen soil with a cold shovel
It symbolized the sweat that broke
Each sinew in my back
To which I closed my eyes tightly
Forehead resting on the window
Wind blowing at my door

Why (day 2790)

I ask myself why
Not knowing I’ve never known

Can the silence exist
Though no soul partakes
To let the other side be felt?

Through screens
And irrational blank spots
I rush
To no spell I have listened to.

By my wild eyes
I have come here to exist;
There, too,
Shall running scenes
Invoke my childishness.

Awoken (day 2787)

My music had been lying
Unconscious and dramatized
– Callused time
All punishing –
To which an alarm woke
Each beast left inside
– Growling
They stood tall –
Two of them
Wore combat boots
The rest
Barefooted
Yelled at me
– I hardly
Heard a whisper –
And here I stood
Bespoke
Awoken to my rhyme