on the shortest day of the year
I fell in the dark
awakened by a dream
& I crawled on my knees
coming up empty
in search of a safe haven
I’d been here before
helpless & nearly breathless
the watch on my wrist
completely useless
this time will be different
isn’t that what they
always say
free falling deeper into the pit
arms swinging
upwards & wildly
april two thousand twenty-two
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Love this one, John!
thank you, tara. wrote this a few hours after a telephone conversation w/my father.