Five Minute Friday: Vivid

The alarm clock peals
and I’m startled
to find myself in the dark.
The white table,
the warm tea,
my father –
just in front of me,
now gone.
Our conversation as real as my tears.

Five Minute Friday: Awake

Stopped at a red light and t-boned by awareness.
Not sure how I came.
Not even sure of time and temperature.
Wondering what I left in the wake of popping to this spot.
Cars speed through the intersection
but the rest of the world seems frozen
as I gather my bearings – still unbalanced.
Jolted awake by stopping...

I really do think that the corporate mindset creates a zombie existence… *sigh* Good morning everyone. :)

Them

The others.
The opposition.

Race, religion, gender, class...
Philosophy.

This kaleidoscope of precious gems
   cannot turn when caked with mud.
Its beautiful mosaic
   cannot be seen
without the light of reason.

I really should stop watching the run for presidency... or perhaps I should just stop watching the news altogether. :)

In Recovery

Waking from an overdose of bed-rest,
I remove the infusion of soup and hot tea and stumble
to the mirror to assess progress.
Not the percentage I'd hoped for
but enough to exchange a cotton gown
for dress pants and a sweater.
Shrugging into my warmest coat,
I brace for January air and step outside.
Exhaling in a billow of white vapor,
I can see that I've survived.