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THE SEPARATION OF DAYS

This morning finds me

As though I have been away

For a very long time

Perhaps days are separated 

By nighttime dreams

Other worlds

Lived in the underground

The darkness

I have the feeling of returning

I sit in my chair

It feels like my chair

But it feels as if 

I have not sat here

For a very long time

I am changed

I am not the same

Something has released me

I have done my very best

Turned the negative

Into a positive phrase

I remember all the ports

In which we have stopped

All the people we have met

The ones who offered a hand

It has been so long since rain

There was a thought

Would we all burn to a crisp?

Another helicopter flies overhead

The smoke is less this morning

Since it rained yesterday

Perhaps the fire is less

The summer has just begun

And before it ends

Without more rain

Perhaps we will burn to a crisp

June 4, 2018