Wake

How did it get so late so soon?

woke
under an avalanche pouring down time
on a well worn head, foggy

life: inevitable waiting
mysterious brown washing out ~~~
on a glass sea set on its side

inside it’s shapely bubble
  . . .slipping through

I lay at the bottom
remember you
on our beach
fire glowing ~~~ warmth of two souls

now darkness
fading

you woke before me
now, no vigor left for deeper diving
the last granule could fall
into this anticipant void ~~~

i’m not ready

but everything is wonderful
         if you’re asking
how did it get so late so soon?

we could tilt this bubble back
I’d show you what we missed ~~~
read to you from my notebook

wake slowly
my love.



How many lines was that? 29
What the hell do you call that god-forsaken poetry style? free verse

I did make a Nicholas Sparks reference, if ever so slightly.
Personally, I feel I’m trapped in a bubble of time — lock into one memory and make it play out forever, nearing the end of the vinyl record. Our glass or snow globe, shaken.

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