Food for Thought-The Cosmos Isn’t Broken


My nighttime dreams,
Are not dark,
though mainly cold,
usually unseen,
I feel them,
Even asleep,
As questions first,
Gnawing at me,
To don my socks,
Quench my thirst,
Turn on the light,
Repeat the mantra,
Without waking my wife,
“The cosmos isn’t broken,
You’ll be alright”,
before dawn arrives,
and Coleman Hawkins
saxophone slides,
below the raucous
seams of seamless sound,
and night dies,
on morning ground.

–Richard Bryant


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