Up Since 3 AM


5:30 AM

Why am I awake?

Why do I not sleep?

Why am I here?

The questions, unanswered,

spring through my mind

like spring peepers below,

on the pavement beneath my window.

I watch the horizon from my bay,

staring at the concrete mountains of the city.

I long for the sky,

the sun, as the twilight dwindles

and bring me to life.


Far From Here


Far from here,

I breathe easily

as the waves wash over my soul,

cleansing me,

and rolling mountains hold me up.

Far from here,

where the words blend together

and not a face knows my name,

Yes it is here,

where I can breathe easily.