First light
and I have miles to go, its
no disparate than every day.
I see my dog, amicable
and how I wish I could
lay down and unbend, put to rest
the body, but
time is compact, minute
and exhausting. There are no doors
between myself and, the work.
However, enough between
myself and life.
And so far, I’m alive
seeking means to unlock
the heart and, the mind.
I feel what they’re feeling,
the people, in distant lands
living my soulful longings.
Only if I could take a passport
to destinations unknown, dreaming.
In a foreign city, of a
foreign country
I wake and
disappear into the world, beaming.
