Reset Thirty-Nine, Day Eight

Somehow kept losing track of time all day Saturday. I kept thinking it was earlier than it was, suffering repeated surprises. Now look here the done day of things undone, and the passing night rushed, I watch the moon vanish behind the tall fence, and hear the rumble of a train passing the town, and the rustling leaves responding to a rising wind. It all feels like a twisted variant of deja vu: It's never been now before, but it's strangely familiar. I should not have stayed up this late. I should never have imagined I'd be safe here in my own nocturnal thoughts.


( Sunday Verse )