eyelids heavy
like weighted shutters
they begin to slip over
the lenses to my world
as fingers fatly, and ever so
flatly fall on the keys
below them
that have unlocked
and set this mind loose
as it expounds on views
found outside another window
that never shuts down,
a gap of daylight
that exposes
the whole world
set free from a net
that still traps them
in their chairs.
Can you hear the whispers
of the readers as they recite
this poem to themselves
or is it just a stray cat
passing over some crunchly leaves
just outside the window,
or the rustle of some bare limbs
as empty trees reach upward
seeking sustenance from the fog.
my mind drifts
like a water spider now
skipping across the many
wet folds
of my brainwaves
and soon it will be
snuggling
in a dark hollow place
as twin
shutters fall
and night
envelopes me.
