Centre Of Things
6am – the coffee kicks in
backfiring brain cells grope
and for a treasonous moment
growing awareness fades
even the dogs know
argue a piece of imagined territory
a boot as a coveted
sleeping companion
freshness flows through
in a breeze laden with soft
innuendo, it is the DO moment
GO rings brazenly
but I listen to the heartbeat
of it – staid, sober – all I want
is to sit quietly here, contemplate
the centre of things
© 3 July 2009, I. D. Carswell
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