`
In a corner of my new apartment,
I wake up into emptiness.
The solemn dawn
Breaks upon my transparent window-pane,
Splashing gold onto my desk
And onto the thin layer of dust on my unwrapped television.
I stare aimlessly at the hands of the clock,
Moving painstakingly in an arc, on and on.
The days are easy to spend.
But in the evenings, I am left searching for an escape:
Sometimes in the stench of the coffee shop,
Sometimes on the forlorn park benches near the river,
Staring blankly into the dusk, bathed in gold,
Under the mosaic of glimmering maple leaves.
The night holds no mysteries any more,
Just a meaningless silence, and a spattering of loneliness.
`
In a corner of my new apartment,
I wake up into emptiness.
The solemn dawn
Breaks upon my transparent window-pane,
Splashing gold onto my desk
And onto the thin layer of dust on my unwrapped television.
I stare aimlessly at the hands of the clock,
Moving painstakingly in an arc, on and on.
The days are easy to spend.
But in the evenings, I am left searching for an escape:
Sometimes in the stench of the coffee shop,
Sometimes on the forlorn park benches near the river,
Staring blankly into the dusk, bathed in gold,
Under the mosaic of glimmering maple leaves.
The night holds no mysteries any more,
Just a meaningless silence, and a spattering of loneliness.
`
Minneapolis, MN
June, 2012
