Up early
the sky does not hold hands with sun
the stars flicker yet before they fade
the house is quiet as a mouse
the coffee brews in exact rhythm
I hold these moments
between being and non being
between the celebrated sea rolling in
between the spaces that clear the mind
between my goings and comings
between my settling and unsettling
The world waits for no one
Watch me walk
Wait for me.
Tuesday, 7 May 2013
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