Attempting a poem a week. Maybe some other musings. Always a work in progress. Satisfaction not guaranteed.

4 am


i.
The jolt awakens you at 4am:
a minor earthquake 
or just the house settling?

does it matter?

you are safe
nothing is broken
your family oblivious, asleep.

can you let go of wondering, 
drift back to dreaming?

ii.
where is the line
curiosity crosses
on the way to obsession

where honesty
slouches toward cruelty

iii.
to be honest 
in the post-truth era
is to resist

the tyranny of impulse

resist
the longing
for answers

refuse 
to speculate

iv.
shifting foundations
tectonic plates

the gaps between them

sleep welcomes the dreamer
in stillness

5 x 5

LeBagh Woods (April in October)