Here Lately

Cycling through life's seasons

I don’t have much to say about this recent effort. It represents the seasons we cycle through that come and go and sometimes come back again.

Oh, and if you’re looking for a little light entertainment, you can do worse than streaming Frasier reruns.

Thanks for spending a moment with me in this busy season.

Here Lately

This spring we watch Frasier reruns
each night before bed—so much so
my dreams start to become like one.

A faint craving overtakes me,
jonesing vaguely for something
I can’t quite lay my finger on.

Fruit flies begin to appear singly—
first here, then there—in
the bathroom, the kitchen.

I resist getting into bed at night
only to resist getting out again
in the morning, try to keep

from waking too early, too late,
seldom finding the sweet spot
when the digits align in the right

order on the luminous clock.
Then I sit up in bed bare-chested,
roll my legs over the edge, stand

unsteady, find slippers and shirt,
walk from the bedroom into
the demi-gloom descended upon the house.