Morning

Sitting on the floor

As I do

Drinking my coffee

And listening to a podcast

Having slept in

I am going to need

To pray

And eat better.

Midnight

And soon to bed

The night will rest

And plans will be

And plans will not

But sleep will come again.

Eleven O’Clock

Is Ice cream too much

When all seems too much

Or is it just right?

Ten O’Clock

I would like to feel at peace

And know some part of what transpired

But I can’t imagine I will get

The things that desire.

Nine O’Clock

A glass in…

or two

A mostly mindless show

My stories to distract

And there is a moments rest

After a long days work.

Will there be rest eternal?

Am I asking the wrong question?

Eight O’Clock

The pets are fed

The dishwasher running

The floor cleaned up

The first load already in,

The dryer.

The wine has been sitting

The neighbors said hi to

And tomorrow,

No alarm.

Seven 0’Clock

Past and burnt

Like used up people

The soul feels empty

And all is weariness.