Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Tonight

Soon my body will insist I sleep... Soon I will drift through dreams not born of stress and anxiety...

A large moth is buzzing my head... its wings hum loud in my ears... I feel so good, I don't wave it off... I let it beat mindlessly against my hair. I'm far past irritation of something as minor as a confused insect.

Tonight I sat at a table while my son played with her son... I drank wine I've never tasted, my lips touched the lips of someone who sees me as worthy of her time...

I'm a happy man.