
Past
Lost
in the past,
three
a.m.
becomes
five a.m. fast,
and
I wonder how long
this
rumination can last.
Haze
The
future’s a haze
hard
to imagine,
it’s
not that I’m lazy,
I’m
just really tired,
exploring
options of travel,
I’m
stuck in a maze.
Here
The
present is here,
glowing
and golden,
I
can’t touch it although it’s so near,
I’m
literally restrained,
by
loneliness, boredom and fear.
©
Palitja Moore, text and image, Shiraz Trail Fencing Tangle, Willunga, 2016