i was here this morning

right before the sun rose

warm in the covers

not awake dream thinking

knowing without knowing

moving like water or wind

naturally  powerful

unafraid soaring

i was here this morning

brave as a new day

i rose to find i am not

here can’t be seen

am invisible

can’t be heard

bearing pain that

can’t be felt by others

i am a spook

a haint that aint

in the here & now

not out & gone

here

in the grit

bending but not

fitting

too round for the square

to straight for the crooked

non adaptable

dangerously nappy

coloring outside all the lines

living to another drum

between the between

pressed

pressurized

primed to blow