A Solemn Child

Not my morning. The sun is up. Not me. I am warped Into a me That looks like me But Not me. I move my legs And drop them to the ground I drop them, Thrusting through The jim-jams, Unwillingly loud. The unnerving first step and the next that converts…

The Lockdown What it was like If they ask what it was like, Say it was like a long pause, With nothing really stops, Yet nothing is really moving. Say it was like An uncomfortable stillness, So still that the air could balance a small world of dirt, So still…

My Plastic Tree

John M 2019