Each morning I awake
And shake my sleepy hair,
Stir my body into day break
But as for me, I'm not yet there.
For my mind is on the reap
Whilst my bones rest in the night.
Surely, time, she does not sleep
Enticed by lonesome appetite
I am traveling many miles
Far higher from my port of rest,
Unraveling all the plentiful aisles
That desire does warp and weft
Some hours I spend sorting
Through the skein of history.
I've spent some hours exploring
New domains, listlessly.
Sometimes I enter other worlds
Resuming prior identities.
Sometimes my center does unfurl
Assuming higher destinies.
I've made new kinship in my dreaming jaunt
And found loves gone by before.
I've made mischief in my evening haunt
And run aground on distant shores.
So if you find me just on waking
I'm still trying on the light,
After the madness and merrymaking
My soul had in the night.
-mmd. 2019.





Photography by Photosensualis.
Woodstock, 2018.