Poem: Imprinted

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

Imprinted 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

This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection CORNER OF MY MIND available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats.