So, day two of the writing challenge and the words flow somewhat easily from an image I picked up in the early morning -- in that time where you lay in bed, not quite ready to put your feet on the floor, but your minds lazily wanders through your day, planning or visualizing or day dreaming about what lies ahead. In the process of trying to organize life (which by the way is a life-long process I am discovering), are the lines of a small poem ...
Blurring the View
Picking through the piles
uncovering past lives
it reveals strangers
who once lived in
this shelter of flesh.
Who were they, are they
breathing yet, even now
droplets condensing
on the windows
blurring the view outside.
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