gray again

animals two by two

waddling on the curb

now I'm worried

                                                                            *

weak and empty...

                                                                           *

air dense as plaster

the body merges with mist

                                                                          *

no light in the apartment

save the dull milky

morning light

       a sheen on the walls

an uplit gradation

along the ceiling

                                                                          *

I slog in step   daily

when will my life resume?

I know for fact

others feel like this

equally helpless

to face the old life  gone

and the new one 

forming around

the defining wound

as if it were done

before it'd begun

each step measured

the pace adjusted

and grind in place

daily just to gain an inch

                                                                              *

                       Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito