Poem: Imprinted

Giving up the habits of a lifetime isn't all that easy.


The day slipping away
as though it had a place to slip
as if it mattered
this difference
between ten and two

A remnant of other times
when moments were blistered
and a hot breath at my neck
hurried me on
into an immediate current

And still it tugs at corners
of my subconscious
when it’s conscious
Like a call from the kitchen
to get up and going

Imprinted, like a migratory bird
returns to nesting grounds
on automatic wings,
swinging in
to the busyness of business

So much for migrations
at least for the time
I’ll stay south
and watch others
beat their wings
Poetry Collection: Corner of My Mind
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