another morning.

we begin this voyage again
as we awaken in the cool hours before dawn
our restless fatigue burdened by movement

ardor quietly fused, as tendons bond muscle to bone

these are paths we willingly tread
we shove our stiff hands into empty pockets
wonder if we know where we will find ourselves

past overlaps the fraying fabric of familiar patterns

there may perhaps be hopeful destinations
we will handle them as we have many times before
as layered transparencies project onto a dark wall

showing how quickly we overlook our mistakes

© may 2011 heather brager