When I arose in the morning,
there was a daylight,
a bit of a haze,
suggested a cooler temperature.
Like any other day,
glance out my windows
some kids at play,
the neighborhood
coming to life,
dogs and a very loud
motorcycle,
a weightlifter
hidden in the garage.
I wonder where I am
fighting this a
cycle of ambivalence,
am I sure about this,
what would matter then,
how close am I to …
life has a lot of twists and turns
we come upon a …
our next daylight,
hear the bird song,
the spring,
when life begins again,
yet this time,
I’ll cut a new path.
Yet I wonder sometimes,
how many more do I have,
how do I choose,
what happens on a rainy day,
brings to mind a soft memory,
a sunlit spring afternoon,
let the world come alive,
staring tonight at the pink moon,
I am a day behind.
how long will I last,
fighting the same battle,
in and out of time.
© Scott F. Savage 4/2020
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