Awake Too Early

My relentless mind 

In perpetual motion 

Sleeping’s a challenge 

Awake against my will

Dreaming of dreaming 

Longing for slumber 

The machinery of my mind 

Psychological cogs churn and spin 

Whirring hum of my soul 


Sunday Morning, June 3, 2018

Now I’m awake 

The cool air 

Through my window 

Very welcome 

Reminders of

Times along

The coast 

Blessed sea breeze 

Lacking the scent 

Of the sea 

No ocean crushing 

Sound for my ears 

An incompleteness 

That my soul

Longs to complete

Memories Unbidden 

Edvard Munch's
Edvard Munch’s “Melancholy”

Memories come

Ghosts of my youth
Painful moments

Choices I’ve made
But not understood

There’s wisdom there
Not just misery

Forgive the boy
That I was

And see inside
My heart

Now I understand
My internalized mind

Echoes of fears and failures
This early spring morn