Monday, March 11, 2013

Breakfast Emptied Out

I thought I left
for work this morning
in one piece, but empty.

Ignoring hot hunger,
I just barreled on
through fog, past rust and wet rot.

But along the way,
the empty feeling 
had whole ideas of its own-

it turned itself
completely inside-out,
and spilled out all around me.

Suddenly, 
in sweat, I felt
that I was every car in traffic.

Salt and warm wet
eroded any former
thoughts I had of progress

as wills and cars all sloshed apart, 
evaporated, and just forgot  
what vapors ever formerly dreamed of hunger.

*** 

Sometime later, 
near some intended destination,
rain fell, indiscriminate and cold.

All it did was help things shine-
it was easy,
and things felt fine.

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