Eventful Fall
for N.T.

fingers striking letters
upon computer keyboard

hope I’ve not harmed, not bruised
hope I’ve not left you black and blue

how excited I get
in the clutches of inspiration
in the clutches of friendship

clutter of words to clean up
to make sense of
early morning of my days
in a daze of memories of last evening

one happening outside,
another happening within

no one able to see the heart gallop,
leap, like a year, like a horse,
its rider in the water


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
4:52 a.m. 16/08/07