In These Restless Hours....

in these restless hours
one wakes up to share what
innately is also
restless...

thoughts are wanderers
in a caravan of camels
under the full moon amidst
the coldness of dawns...

the desert howls like a fox
asking for names

i whisper my name to the wind
so all the sands of time may know
that i have allowed
to be counted in

in these restless hours
we are too, part of the pack of
those restless creatures

see our shadows under the fullness of the
moon treading the desert sands of time

the foxes, the bats, the snakes,
the cockroaches, the gnats
and the nits and lice.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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