And Then Morning Comes (poem)

safe in the night i can dream

of the things you say i can do

paddle the stoney, cycle the gap

hike the kincora, cross-country ski

but in light of the day

like unkind words from a friend

dark clouds remind me

that this is all i will be

 gentle walks in the wood

at my pace, not yours

spectator at games, but happy to be

a futile exercise of a mind

that should think only inside of its box

desires of last night burnt away

just smoke in the clouds

that eclipses the promised daylight