Adjusting my spine
to the rising morning sun.
I am naked in a kitchen.
The sky is clean and clear.
The sounds of the morning
are inviting.
“Rocky Raccoon” is playing on the boom box.
I go to sit on the sofa in the living room.
The police have been following me
since Saturday. I have yet to
sleep for the fifth night straight.
I have no inkling why . . .
I see the sun through the
blinds, shining, making
me warm. It's comfort
helps me. I am alone.
I've been praying constantly to
God. Last night he
watched over me.
