I’m on a journey back to myself.  It’s early morning.  I put the headphones on in bed, coming back after rising in the dark.  I put a coffee house soundtrack on, connecting with the sound of their voices, not hearing the words.  I’m a teenager in my basement, listening to the stereo, sidelined after a hard foul, breaking my wrist and our team’s spirit.  I’m inside myself, beside myself.  The taste of whiskey touching future lips.

I rise in the dark.  One foot follows the other.

At the cusp of time

Mist lifting, nature stirring

Goldfinch on their perch