I’m settling in from the day,
leaning into my everything-
from-here chair, where I write,
draw, read, think…..I reflect
on the day, replay moments,
consider all that happened
from my 4am waking to
this slow ending, sun fading
on the horizon like pixie-dust,
the curtain across from me
haloed with the last amber
light like a beeswax candle
in the final flickers before
burning out, extinguishing
the last wakeful hour
into the twilight smoke
of dreams.
—C.L. Fisher, May 2021
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Poetic Meanderings 