He had intended
to seize the day.
Then night came.
Day slipped away.
He was relieved.
Night seized him.
Hot winds and nausea.
He didn't believe what
he knew or know
what he believed.
Waking, midnight, he
saw blue lunar light
that mellowed air,
turned worries slight.
He breathed. And breathed.
hans ostrom 2021
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