Declining Summer

It's been awhile. I've had a very busy summer, though we did manage to make our annual trip to Chincoteague (see above).

I've also gotten quite a bit of writing done. Below is one of several poems I have finished over the course of the last couple of months. Comments welcome as always.

Torn From a Notebook

if it rained an ocean, I’d drink it dry
and lay me down dissatisfied --Townes van Zandt

... how in the middle of the night
it sits on your chest
like inert gas and seeps
through your pores
and caresses your nerve ends
until they quiver like wires.

When you get up
the coffee tastes of
metal and awakens but
imparts no energy.

Plowing your way
through a metro station
like a small boat overladen
in a crowded harbor you
are still utterly alone.

On the train you are
jostled, shaken, a dry
stick fallen away
from the bundle.