I shall wonder another day
About 50 degree winters
In a region that is usually below zero by now;
Dusty blue buds on out of season evergreens;
Singing birds that are otherwise south for the season;

December 21 is straight ahead,
No more Friday waits
Or full moon contemplations –
Our meetings are, now,
An inevitability on the face
Of Destiny’s clock.

I close my eyes,
Eager to face the prophetic possibilities,
Just to get them over-with.
But the back of my eyelids
Are dark –
I see nothing.
Not a bright future,
Not a terror….
Just……darkness.

I am alone
In my futuristic sense deprivation.

Everyone else is either
Holding their breath,
Or taking tomorrow’s sunrise
For granted.

I list to one side,
Fastening myself to Gaia’s
Apron strings.
I am anything but
Along for the ride –
Being whisked away
Toward a nebulous 22.

I feel disconnected,
Like someone has unplugged me
And my battery is dying –
I fade.

12/17/2012

Posted on 12/17/2012
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