I woke up
sleep disrupted,
not sure why.
Made coffee in the dark,
and through the kitchen window
saw a coyote
slip down our serene suburban street.
Headlights flared
a pickup paused a few houses down,
engine rumbling
like a heartbeat under the hood.
Then it slithered into place
across the street,
settling at a neighbor’s house.
There will be
less than twelve hours of daylight today
some of it unseasonably hot.
I’m going to a funeral,
to celebrate and to mourn
a friend I once worked with.
Time moves quickly
quicker still
as I grow older.
How did I get to be sixty?
How did she
only live to see fifty?
It’s five after seven now.
Daylight creeps in,
slow but certain.
Another coffee
before morning chores?
Sure,
why not.
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I’m happy you liked reading this poem, Dana.
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Lovely!
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That means a lot, David. I am glad you enjoyed this little off-road writing adventure.
We tend to view life from a worms-eye view when there is so much happening around us we don’t see.
I was both blessed and a little rattled wondering what was going on before my eyes in the wee hours of the morning as I simultaneously contemplated attending a funeral for a friend who died a few days ago. Turns out a poem was the best way to try and capture all of that. Thanks so much for reading and for sharing your kind words of encouragement as I explore something new. Blessings to you and Nancy.
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I enjoyed this, brother. A coyote and a pick up driving neighbor slip into the neighborhood, while you contemplate your early morning existence. Well done.
This poem speaks to me about how life is always passing through, as we pass through life.
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