Early Bird

drafty quiet embankments
of sanctuary under the blankets

restless of cramped spaces

I vacated the basement
after a shower and breakfast

and
around three in the morning, freezing,
I'm waiting on the bus

/

wind in my eyes,
I'm squinting occasionally

I'm close to snowy nights,
I like the way the streetlight
can dampen a mood

plays warm on the cold wool
hues of snow that float off

the breeze, glistening ethereally
between power lines
fences
and trees

a stillness around me as I peek
up and down this long street,
counting my heartbeat

/

snowblind mind,
I'm drifting aimlessly

adhd blurring these
passing images sedatedly meandering

through random memories
of few and far between

parts of my life that are
still important to me