Living Inside

Who lives inside us that
creates who we are?

...daylight,
blue sky,
80 degrees,
humidity,
train sounds,
bird tweets,
casual arrivals,
fans swirling,
radio music,
perfume scents,
coffee smells,
sightings,
writings,
browns & greens,
smells of disclosure,
white walls tan,
pen in hand,
reprimand...

and the day has begun
for us late sleepers
who came
in second,
but, who cannot
make it home;
temperaments soar and
collide with lofty dreams
while moonbeams
sprinkle desire the wicked;
life is grouped in
bunches of years
that together
must be lived
out in some kind of
rapid sequence;
daylight spares the dead
of their final reprimands
knowing our casual arrival
there will be unfamiliar.

12Sept16