Thunderstorm, no morning swim, heart a little broken by the morning dreams that got away.... So here's a dream poem from Broken Sonnets.
Dreaming in Couplets
I hang up the phone, the knife still in my hand.
I touch its serrated edge, leave behind
the bread for dinner. I walk into the heat
of Miami, after the rain. Ahead a tourist
bus rounds a curve under cypress trees.
No one cares, no one fears for me!
I must leap the swamp to reach the meadow.
Over the water, I remember how
to fly, the secret hidden for so long
I did not see the patterns of these wings
waiting in the grass. All those who have gone
before me, I praise. All those who have done
this blindly, with hope. Here we are in the leaves
of grass again, flying toward our griefs.
If it’s Saturday this must be Huntsville.
5 hours ago