Ode to Solitude

The sun licked the sleep from my eyes today/ and peeled back my blankets. I stretched back into my body/ rattled all my bones/ wiggled my fingers and toes/ then started my day-

grits on the way/

he came last night/

so he’s on his way-

maybe I’ll think up some pieces/ sit down/ break up some pieces/ dig inside of me for a tragedy turned masterpiece/ maybe I should use leeches/ or bleed out over the page.

isn’t it all the same?

Perhaps I’ll pluck a thought from my day dream/ go on a tangent bout how I’m scared of aging/ like all the elasticity in my face will grow feet one day/ and get away from me.

All the the things I’m starting to love I think will do a magic trick/ now you see me/ now you don’t- or can you spot the difference but I try not to dwell on these things.

Not on I my sunny Sunday mornings/ not when my grits are hot and cheesy and my heart and soul are soaring.

Spirit up and roaring/ how could I be anything but this/ nothing short of bliss/ I think...I’ve been good to myself lately.

-DtP