June 29, 2014


The day comes full circle,
now the bed awaits
my unconscious presence;
I know 
it will not leave 
without me.

I place my clothes  
on the chair,
then my watch 
and wallet 
on the table. 
They'll last at least 
'til morning, 
perhaps another year.

All expect 
I will return, 
each sensing 
I have more to give
than I am able.
Only my father's ring,
snug upon my hand, 
knows where I am going 
and where I have been;
it remains the only thing
I must kiss,