Polaris Calling


Dark mornings come.

Such a funny way to hope.

Coffee ground

and you’re down

on the upside again.

Shiver as the air gets colder.

That warm bed calls you,

but it’s a lonely kind of solo.

Stare out the window

that reveals nothing,

but darkness

and Polaris calling.

A few more minutes

and it’s time to

finish getting ready.

Thoughts crash around

inside your head,

like, “How did I end up alone?”

And “The kids have practice at six.”

And “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

Stop for a moment

and collect yourself

before you break.

You’ll never find love,

because what you think is love

is really poison.



DJR – 2023

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