Turmoil - Mount Eerie

In the morning it feels like coming into a clearing

And the disorientation lingers only for a breath

I hold the thought, a coal glowing on the wet ground

Not long enough to stay in this vision

Of crawling out between the cracks

In understanding that permeate the day

And tomorrow, so I make a coffee while looking out the window

And notice that I can’t remember when or if I woke up

All the thoughts rushing in after the thaw