Blinding morning silhouettes
All the distractions per day
Strangled me like jungle vines
Smoky haze grew over my path
Dawn's battle against red beeping numbers
And a life of hollow work
My days ended when I woke
But began when I came home
I sought rescue at the end of my driveway
The only life I ever really wanted
Lived in the hours between "hello" and "goodnight".
That life, like breath, exhaled.
A leaf on a river, my pages are wet.