LITHE MUSE

EARLY MORNING

for my troubling muse

Early morning darkness

and thoughts of you seem to bounce

between street lamps flickering

and the bits of sunlight beginning to awaken,

it’s just an entry in the memoirs of your name

which I keep secret, which I don’t read,

to you I am not morning nor light or moon or dreams,

I am the word you erase and move onto the next,

so in this early morning darkness

I give you one more thought before breakfast

before real things take over

and fantasy sleeps inside my diary.