Just one
Before its time to let the night sink in
Feels so good to be in my own den
Eyes heavy, chest congested
Give cherished charms to those I adore
I remember when I sat on the chair
Of sour defeat and pain
It's like yesterday the wobbley
Wood barked and squeezed its claws
I should be
I am
So thankful.

A list of the harbor
An anchor cast out to sea
I'm really not sure why she stopped talking to me
But I gave up
And threw in my towel
Because I've always been trying
To capture the wetness from the
Caving in ceiling
When I forgot my feet were planted in the floor.

We watch and our eyes water
So moved I feel so small
So much less educated
And I want to see and do
And read it all
Create and steal away
Beautiful and difficult
Moments of time.