when a peace of mind overtakes
——————————————-
it’s a bit of a shock, a sneaky surprise,
not unlike the first, no second day of
summer morning sunrise warming
caffeinated heating lungs surprising,
though the sun, it ups from behind,
as I gaze over our even tempered waters,
it always succeeds in taking me unsuspecting with its matching wide grinning if “you pale human, oh ah ha, We gotcha!”
yeah. the water is morning sleepy,
no energy to slap waves needlessly,
so the quiet is felt, even better than
unheard
course, the birds flit back n’ forth,
like madmen and their madder wives,
annoyed for letting the kids oversleep,
and not doing their morning calisthenics,
but it is barely a tremor on the silent
Richter Scale of my mind’s shock and
awe, at the unexpected stun-sun-gun shot
bringing me to being so shockingly
at peace
I dream of this summer’s day imaginary breastwork plating, for it’s January and
the year ahead looms ominous, worries
of Wrack Wreck & Wruin, are the mourning
news, the ancient guilts of the unforgiving,
will come soon enough, god, I hope the phone
don’t ring, it only and always means
troubles bubbling up, consternation
and concerns, troubles, a trip back to
the city, where the mail piles up
unread, unanswered and the few checks
that do come, go uncashed
nothing here that’s wild, nor crazy,
but promised myself I’ll do better
to avoid my self-inflicted
Wrack Wreck & Wruin
WNCP
Feb 1, 2025
Feb 1, 2025 at 6:34 AM UTC
when a peace of mind overtakes
——————————————-
it’s a bit of a shock, a sneaky surprise,
not unlike the first, no second day of
summer morning sunrise warming
caffeinated heating lungs surprising,
though the sun, it ups from behind,
as I gaze over our even tempered waters,
it always succeeds in taking me unsuspecting with its matching wide grinning if “you pale human, oh ah ha, We gotcha!”
yeah. the water is morning sleepy,
no energy to slap waves needlessly,
so the quiet is felt, even better than
unheard
course, the birds flit back n’ forth,
like madmen and their madder wives,
annoyed for letting the kids oversleep,
and not doing their morning calisthenics,
but it is barely a tremor on the silent
Richter Scale of my mind’s shock and
awe, at the unexpected stun-sun-gun shot
bringing me to being so shockingly
at peace
I dream of this summer’s day imaginary breastwork plating, for it’s January and
the year ahead looms ominous, worries
of Wrack Wreck & Wruin, are the mourning
news, the ancient guilts of the unforgiving,
will come soon enough, god, I hope the phone
don’t ring, it only and always means
troubles bubbling up, consternation
and concerns, troubles, a trip back to
the city, where the mail piles up
unread, unanswered and the few checks
that do come, go uncashed
nothing here that’s wild, nor crazy,
but promised myself I’ll do better
to avoid my self-inflicted
Wrack Wreck & Wruin
WNCP
