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