Writing by the glow of my laptop,
drifting, dozing, losing track of time
like being in a dream
or waking within one
darkness like mayhem,
my thoughts somewhere lost
I gaze at the pale, thin slice of crescent moon,
tipping,
dripping
over the edge
a character stirring my imagination,
speaking to me— yes
reminding me to redress the morning
with the assurance of soft, ever-present light.
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copyright © Kelly Huntson and kellyhuntson.com
originally published Jan., 2018
Kelly Huntson 