Shadows on the Ceiling
Questing for sleep
The day's mistakes inescapable and inscrutable
Hiding in the crevasses of the ceiling
Dark in the shadow of a lonely streetlight
Whose tired beams fall gently on the plaster
Above dry unclosing eyes
Following the path of a wandering insect
Looking for an escape
From a massive incomprehensible prison
Once seeking an adventure
Now merely content with an ungrantable absolution
Flitting from nook to cranny
From memory to regret
Yearning for a home, or at least a place to rest
Hunting for self among the shadows on the ceiling
October 18, 1998