Morning breaks easy
Not a sound to distract
Slip soft out of slumber
Shake thoughts from my mind
I look to blank ceiling
Off white blank pristine
Light and shadow convergence
I’m reaching through silent spaces
Expecting smooth sailing
Expecting to fly
Late nights I hear your chair
rocking rhythmic to a tune
we played once and tossed away
I sit quiet upon the cool evening stair
listening for your hum
tapping light holding onto time
Shadows slow dance against the wall
in hollow voice I dare in vain call
but I know I know
you aren’t there at all.
I stopped a moment
to bask in sunlight
Remove my hat and
lay my good book briefly down.
Two wanderers
mountain seekers
shadow dancing
on the wind.
soft shadow possibility
forever lurking inside
hardened walls of ages.
