MIDDLE ESSENCE
Age old desires crowd the sweet
rebirthing we’ve been lead to
anticipate. A crack of
vitamin light suppresses
the urge to summarize what
clearly is still unspooling.
Days, careers, an ignition
promptly turns itself over
and cycles through another
blue and glorious. Memories
charge the atmosphere. Adult
children show. We stay. The late
hours accumulate. We feel
another morning story.