To Err is Divine
Fate like seconds calculated After lightning pierces the midnight cry. I shudder at finding myself On your floor at bedside, Filled with dread. What thunder! Long and certain of its dominion! It had shaken my house! Yet on the bed sleeping Is tomorrow. Stoic tomorrow. Unconscious as to desire, yet flammable. So still laying there, Breathing in but not out, yet. And the apparition of yesterday Learned to steal the blankets Of today, and is never sorry. I am groggy. The phone rings, once only… Or is it the beckoning tinkles Of wind chimes? Calmness settles across the bedroom. Shadows wisp about with breezy blinds. The fresh night air lingers in my nostrils The pillow is cool, but soft. Warm it? Okay. I’ll shut the window. Will you be my friend, in Between tomorrow & yesterday? Take all of me, Again. Again. For we are rested. I am Nature. I love. Arrest me. Written December 9th, 2001 © on Jan 19 2002 03:59 PM PST, Timothy G Cameron 10 • 0 • 8
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