Late afternoons
As shadows quicken
I become immersed in reverie
To meditate where dust motes thicken
Contemplating memories in the slanting light
Of day's dying sun
Flickering
In bits and pieces
Events orbit where the dust motes spin
Some are welcomed
Some despaired of
Some too painful to be let in
Evenings lying in my bed
The day’s events traverse my head
Filled with longings
Fretting displaced care
I wrestle ghosts not really there
Sometimes in dreams
I'll battle evil monsters
Or I’m a sorceress unraveling cryptic codes
I remember once standing amid mocking laughter
Stark naked where the bus unloads
Early mornings
I Slowly wake up
Not quite back on earth until my second cup
Moving like a garden slug sitting in the new day's sun
Savouring coffee from my favourite mug
The first day of the rest of my life
Has just begun ...
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