Wednesday, May 4, 2016

A Bit Less of a Load

A bit less of a load

An early morning vision
Shone Light for me to feel
In a place of utter peace
Which I wish were real.

I woke to horns blaring,
Microwaving of my brain
And the sad realization
That all is still the same.

On these days when crows
Are chasing other crows
Exactly what is happening?
I wonder, but who knows.

The early vision still clings
To a place now consoled
And I am left carrying
A bit less of a load.