Moist eyes on murky silt of morning dews
Scant layer of oxygen in the atmosphere
Incandescent light, dim and unclear. And I
Gasp for respite, right now. Right here.
“Eternity is long enough for a joke.” So mom, I will
Come back by breakfast, I hope it’s bacons.
As I look down, soft concrete bed beckons
Pleading me to come home, the real home forsaken.
Still is the morning, not a sound…
Indeed. Not a sound.