This Precious Moment

I smell fresh light wafting 

near this dissolving darkness

I hear its faint ringing,
the second hand ticking
while the refrigerator hums

and the distant driver drones

I tensely anticipate 

the first tweet to ripple the silence,
a tentative answer,
an assertive reply,
a confident rejoinder,
the ensuing cacophony of chirps,

and
the distant driver cross fading 

into the morning commute.

So,
right now,
in the warmth
of this darkness,

before
the tiniest
glimmer
glints,

before
the bubble of dawn 
creeps in
and blasts it away,

before
it's burned
in the cold cruel reality of
all consuming light,

I'm holding onto this

precious moment





  

I keep

Deep down there
where dreams are buried under
the realities of everyday life

I keep going.

Under the bottom
of a dry well
infested with dark craving creatures
smothered over with rusty scraps
of traumatic memories

I keep hoping

Here, there, everywhere
Hugging the earth
I am surrounded
by the spirit
to whom

I keep praying