it took me
a few minutes
to realize
i was home
this morning
i lay in bed
mentally preparing
for a drive
i didn’t have
to endure
the road dust of
a thousand miles
hanging to me
still after a
morning shower
lost in the grit
of border towns
combined with
sandman’s dust
in unslept
exahaustion itching
the corners of
my hazel confusion

coffee is brewing
the birds remain silent
beneath a tentative storm
the same shade
as the blankets
tangled around
unresponsive limbs
my words slide alone
the well worn grooves
in the familiar ceiling
and i am still lost
well aware of my own
unimportance in
the grand scheme of things