Anchored Poem by James Daniel Gabriel

4: 00 and what to say.
All is well that is well
That ends well
It all ends well
It just doesn’t make the news at 4am

Parasites abounding
A world so wrapped around the finger of praise
Blood sweet enough to dine upon
Ticks and tocks and hands and fingers of time.

4: 02 now and what to yell
All is well that’s deep and wide
that’s a well
A fountains just a well
It all ends well
It just isn’t news to me

Drought tolerant
A world dying in spite of its survival
Tears deeply you can drown within
Ticks and leeches and probing hands of time.

4: 05 staring into my shadow
4: 15 burning my eyes with the moon
Lunar Popsicle by 4: 30
Why should this be news to you at 6: 40.
Its all gonna end well

Hope you’ve made your marks

Its deep and wide. Hope you carved your marks…

Hope you learned to swim.
“I feel this coming over like a storm again “
Hope you’ve seen the weather
It isn’t news to me.
It just isn’t my news.

Back to you.