Lightening

I want to explore the world,
My body filled with lightning,
sizzling and luminous.
Under a blanket of stars.

The Five Horsemen

The Five Horsemen arrive
every morning at sunrise...

Who
What
When
Where
How...

Will this day go, start, middle, end, schedule.
The currency of the day already becoming
Precious barter
To be spent.

These fucking horsemen. They steal from me.

I have lived the days of my life,
searching for what they demand.
Where each day was a deposit or
productive withdrawal of funds.

Some days I simply ignore them,
because the pounding of their hooves
Is no longer so demanding.
They don't run through my yard like they
used to.

Message Received

Always to be awakened, I awake and begin the search.
The light level of morning spreads over my cuddled nest
of cotton and fur.
An open window beckons
to trails to be traveled and those which
close to home will be the way to stay close.

The quiet reverie is broken by the
ding ding of message received.