April 12, 2016

Secret silver light slips

under my 

curtains and spreads

across my floor.

Midnight beckons and

sleep departs, destined for

a different room or a different time.

The clock marks minutes

slowly, slowly, slower.

Time ceases to pass and the world is

suspended.

I am suspended

in the dream of

another imagination.

Lost in the Art Museum

Turning corners.

Individuals sharing appreciation

For sculpture and paint.

Even practical items with

Artistic lines grace the

Displays at which we

Gawk.

Deeper and deeper

Into imagination and history,

Each turn a surrender of the

Present until the exit

Disappears.

spring

Tulips bow beneath

heavy snow. Surrender now!

Mother nature rules.