“Awake”
Drift down dreary street
until golden lamplight shines
and brightens the eyes.
Steve D
Drift down dreary street
until golden lamplight shines
and brightens the eyes.
Steve D
Work, life, politics.
Years of repeat discussions,
still somehow refreshed.
Steve D
Countdown to an end,
or new kind of beginning,
adjusted mind frame.
Steve D
Press pause on the day.
Reset the activities.
Family break-cation.
Steve D
Days blend in sameness,
time flutters by, little change.
Ease comes in routine.
Steve D
Cut from the same cloth,
fragments of the same pattern,
yet unique, themselves.
Steve D
Our son was born on Wednesday! We did not know we were having a boy, keeping the surprise for ourselves again. It’s wild to think that our older son, now almost 3, is now an older brother. Can’t wait to watch these two grow up together.
Down to the wire,
reaching for those final words
to finish the race.
Steve D
Thoughts ramble, wander,
entire body like jello.
I just need some sleep.
Steve D
Spur of the moment
morning suburban hiking
to slide, climb, and run.
Steve D
Legs and feet tucked in
for warmth or for protection
during thunderstorms.
Steve D