2 A.M.
Deep in sleep
at 2 A.M.
I’m traveling into
the deep spaces
of my unknown ….
I’m meeting
people and places
I don’t recognize -
don’t understand -
but that’s the
people and places
of 2 AM - whom
and where I’m
still wondering
and dreaming
and trying to
figure out about
on many a 2 A.M.
in the morning.
© Andy Costello, Reflections
2019
The
giant
economy
size can of earth
sprayed morning
mist into
the whole
winter world
around me
and the
naked branches
looked like
antlers in
the fog
and nature
kept squeezing
and squeezing
more and
more spray
into the
air and
named the
fragrance Morning Mist.
(c) From Andrew Costello
in Cries ... But Silent, 1981
These are a substitute for
my reflections till I recover
from this double bypass
heart operation.