Spirited Away

And then a stirring as soon as I started to write

Magical intuitive response movement

The sunrise growling in over the mountain line

Taps begin to run floorboards creek

And groan under the mounting pressure

Of the day and the morning’s payback of a full night’s sleep

In the ton of an anxious lifetimes worth of wrong

Like debris from an overnight explosion

Is scraped away and as we crawl out from under its wreckage to begin 

Again.