November 4, 2016


Where I'm Going


I'm not sure

just where I'm going,

whether it's even me,

leaving out the front door,

then back, again,

from the same old places

I've been

a hundred times

or more.


I sleep in darkness,

awaken in daylight,

like an old clock

measuring only its age,

wondering if

I'm running fast or slow,

maybe even, not at all,

having come to rest 

stuck in one last place,

since every night now,

I dream of leaving,

just as I've dreamed

so many nights,

before.


November, 2016