Pausing an Avalanche

by mistersoto

Late summer
Window open
Up here
The orange sunlight
Fading across the wall
Returning to it’s source

Spilt glass
Gently rolls
Drawing a semi circle
With its contents
On the wooden floor
Time will push me on
Beyond tomorrow and beyond

A last night of weakness
A last night of the naked
Holding on
Fingertips between the boards
Hanging from the floor
The drone of my thoughts fades
Joining the hum of distant traffic
Out there

How many more
“One last stops”?
Pausing an avalanche
Reclining the head
As the moon rises
Its light reflecting
In my eye
Until they return