5am airports


it’s just staring out at me this evening
sitting
at eye level
a single glowing ball
on the christmas tree horizon.


taking its time
(there is no rush to run inside
for bedtime
when you’re an obstinate child of
ten playing tag at dusk in summer) and
of course
why rush? it’s me rushing
to take my shower quickly, grab
my journal, water, meditative
book of philosophy, aiding my
enlightenment
as the sun disappears behind the gauze
wearing a mask of horizontal pale indigo clouds
illuminating a burning chin of red
whose smile is growing larger…


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