Another Morning

Early morning sunlight

filtered through another sleepless night

worry about troubles imagined

fill up my nightly plate.

 

As the new dawn tries to drive it away

all is lost over and over again

in the infinite finite, the end

of a youthful glow and glimmer.

 

Until that singular morning

where that singular moment provides

a glimpse into the self-sabotaged truth

that I unknowingly pour

into my daily cup of wizened coffee.

 

Supping at it, letting the heat bite my tongue

leaving it senseless and dull

like I would like to leave it.

 

No longer tasting the truth

that I unwittingly and unknowingly

walked into this morning.

 

For as I stumbled to the dim kitchen

and filled my nose and mouth

with the aromas and tastes I love,

it came to be known to me, in thoughts uncalled for,

that there will come a time, a day,

where an emptiness will reside

and that that emptiness, that void,

 

will be me...

me, gone...

 

Gone from this earth, invisible

except for what I have left behind.

 

Some of it valuable, but not as much as I thought.

 

A lot left useless, but intriguing in ways

only those remaining will decipher to their liking,

and only when and if they choose to do so.

 

Oh, how I hope that their memories of me

fade to make me less hellish

and embellish the few good babbles

I had littered through my journey

as I trekked through believing,

quite foolishly, 

that everything being unique.

 

No answers, no repetition.

 

I am so special? Really, I believed that?

 

Wholeheartedly and unabashed about it.

 

The human I am and how I have done this life

is no more isolated and priceless

than each grain of sand is to itself

as it slips through the hourglass,

forever mine.

                        ~K.A. Pitman