It is my pleasure

To write at dawn, before day

Crowds out my senses

A strand of wet wool

Ensnared on a barbed wire fence

A graven image

Feeling as edgy

As a dog in a field of sheep

Anticipation

How empty the streets

Now that we know the danger.

Of being human

Between night and day

A golden strip of cloud spreads

Silent awakening

In the old forest

No movement, no sound, a lamb

A tangled thicket

A coffee pot, two mugs

The smell of freshly made toast

Mother and daughter

How lovely to share

A morning, with a snoring

man, two cats, a dog

Between hearts and minds

Parallel paths somehow meet

Fleeting kisses pass

Between our two minds

Twisting paths meander, cross,

But never will meet