Thursday, January 08, 2004

dark morning

The morning is shadowed
by a time clock.
I've lost my moorings.

It's still dark
when I reach the door.
True north sleeps in the back yard

and dawn awaits the call
of the Full Wolf Moon.
The north-east sky slowly opens

like a stolen letter.
I've lost direction
so travel in the familiar

circles of this labyrinth
under snow-grey clouds.

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