Sunday, February 6, 2011

Unhappy Unhour

In those days
when the dark
came early and
the unfinished work
on the desk
was haunting
the corner pub
promised warmth
and out
light banter
and a glow

Fire is comforting
but not
when it comes with a price
so profound
with a burning curiosity
what was said
what unsafe paths traveled

In those days
the morning light dimmed
an hour was a day too long
even in its wintry brevity

Waking to a day
in which happy means happy
an hour means an hour
is like singing
four-part harmony
in perfect tune

Copyright February 2011