i walk into the morning

i expect

to find the unexpected

but noon falls

across the page

i want to back step

but it defies

the rules of the game

and so i long for tomorrow

where there are no footsteps

in the sand

and the sun

is barely peeking

into the day

i grab the leashes

and call my dogs

i grab myself

we rush into the dawn

and there is a morning glory

climbing up the barbed wire fence

her beauty understated

unintentional elegance

as she rises to her say

i dare not pick her

for in every drab

and hopeless day

i can return here

and unexpectedly

find my way

— patty