Poetry

Variations on a Theme

IMG_8358.jpegI have never known where
I am going less,
than at 8 o’clock on a Tuesday morning
staring at a pale face in a
pale sink mirror,
waiting for reluctance to
magically transform itself-
by power of necessity alone-
into happiness, for the day

I have never known where
I am going more,
than at midnight on a Friday morning
floating through a world that has
put off its daylight habits
to turn happily in darkness-
where the space between today
and tomorrow
is once again
forever

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