30 Poems in 30 Days: The Morning Mist (22/30)

Posted by Daniel Stout on Fri 22 Jun 2007 at 9:38 PM

22 June 2007

The Morning Mist
by Daniel R Stout

The sun sets earlier each night.
If this continues, we’ll be
living with owls soon.
Sometimes my mind
can’t tell the difference
between the morning
and evening. Have I been up
all day or all night?
I think it’s all night
because even though
my head is buzzing
for lack of sleep,
there’s something
fresh
in the air.
I can smell the grass
as the dew evaporates.
I’m lying on my back
in a field
I’ve never been to.
I think I was looking
at the stars
but now I’m
not sure how I got here.
A ghost came in the mail
the other day.
I opened up the envelope
and remembered
that letters are for the fall
when the air is damp
and cold, not this,
this summer when
day turns to night and to day
again.
It’s hard to know
where I am
when these droplets
of the past
fall on my forehead
and then evaporate
into the morning mist.

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