The Second Eclectic

Technology changes how we relate to God and each other

Tuesday morning

Welcome back to me! Here's a poem for you.

Tuesday morning, clear skies
as yet I have no clarity
Simon and Garfunkel are feelin' groovy
I'm still searching for the direction to move me
I'm listening, searching for a frequency
The Sounds of Silence come in quite clearly
"Hello Darkness, my old friend"
roll over and sleep for another ten
or jump in the shower
to wash the fog off my brain
down the drain
the mirrors are steamed up
and foggy
when I get out
I open the bathroom door
and wait until I can see myself