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early morning thoughts, pondering timing and many things besides…
sudden silence by waxing moon
staring out the window,
smiling softly, sated,
i ponder the
mystery of santa rosa
curiosity of connection
so often broken by
drowsiness
my cats, they will chase
the laser pointer
until, exhausted, they shiver
adjusting fur and settling
back into known spaces
their wisdom often eludes me
scattered, shattered, and shaken
wrestling with winsomeness
veiled by southern moon
trip the light fantastic
tango, fandango, furious
i fly
relentless and hopeful
toward Polaris
i remember, there,
is a wish long buried
in Angel Stern
Cool, collected Mismar
where dreams fly
to rest until
finding the way
to be real
for a time i wore its ring
silver mimic of sanctity
glimmering, forget-me-not
a plea to a faithful star
staring out my window
dawn but hours away
i ponder and ask
sweet Polyamaya
are time zones
truly telling?
as always
serene and silent
it sends but one word
a whisper,
perhaps years in arrival
“Parallax.”