Waking to Monday

farther and awayer she seemed within
the dream, running away teasingly, gone
too far and not realizing she had
lost what she had chased for running. sad truth
too often realized, and I jar awake
stretching out toward her fleeing figure . . .

sometimes the wolf refrains from the chase, love,
and in any case, no wolf am I. life
overcame, overwhelmed, us. we failed each
other. so it goes. desertion for desertion.
nothing fair about it, love, but there it is.
and what defines us is not how we fall,
but rather how we rise again from ashes
to rejoin our heavenly star-bound brothers.

David M Pitchford
26 Dec 2011


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