2. TURMOIL
In the morning it feels like coming into a clearing
And the disorientation lingers only for a breath.
I hold the thought,
A coal glowing
On the wet ground,
Not long enough
To stay
In
This vision of crawling
Out between the cracks
In understanding
That permeate the day,
And tomorrow.
So I make coffee while
Looking out the window
And notice that I can't
Remember when
Or if
I woke up.
All the thoughts rushing in
After the thaw.