Spring Break is Over (My Mind is Still Hungover From Last Semester)
Slowly it’s coming back.
All of it.
Early dew signals the lark from slumber
and it clears its throat to whistle
and my mind is back,
was it really ever lost?
Words fall still and silent
dead weight in an empty house
decorated in spider filled cracks,
webs waiting to corner its prey…
oh, there shall be none today.
Not until the half moons open
and light sheds dust into animation–
thought is life, they say
or do they?
Oh, but today, today.
My mind returns not today, but tomorrow
a day to late when returning from break.