Monday Poem


You waken with Unease
who’d slept quietly beside you Van Gogh dusk
until the moment you had stirred

Perhaps a tree had brushed a window
maybe an attic squirrel had been perturbed,
just as shadows begin moving
when darkness is disturbed

Unease upsets your mindwheel
the moment eyelids part
which sets your mindwheel turning,
working, opening the harbor gates of daylight
to the terrifying currents of your heart

by Jim Culleny