Blankets and Comfy Pants

wriggle down into it

giggle and mirth

warm it up

wrap it around

love the quiet morning

waiting on the rain and the sun

appearances not yet made

ginger, peach and cranberry

crowd in to delight the tongue

grunt with pleasure

foundling in morning light



no emptiness within this void

no warmth, no heat

no chill either

just the sense of surrounding

the infinite sense of correctness

where your skin and your soul meet




leaving no emptiness within this void

i have been spoiled by the couch

occupying it, cat like

picking the spot that doesn’t give quite enough room

to it’s other inhabitants

I have been spoiled by the tv

wide and bright and full of sounds and dancing colors

I have been spoiled by the dynamics

of another person

taking up space like air, filling the nooks and dust motes

with awareness if not sound

I have been spoiled with love

leaking it through every pore

weeping into laughter

I have been spoiled with loneliness

the flattening ache

so bluntly unfamiliar to me

where it used to hunt me and haunt me

through crowds of friends

I have been spoiled by my own decisiveness

so used to my mind eyeing my heart

tempering it and flying forward

ignoring nerves

I sit now, lonely

isolated in my single chair

ghostly before the light of my computers screen

the silence filled only with my own breathe

unsure how to proceed.

Wallowing in what used to be me,

missing myself as I am now.