I breathed deeply the crisp morning air

bathed in tranquility gentle as prayer

I was greeted by a warm, rising sun,

delighted with the way the day had begun.

It was then I noticed something strange;

something not right,

something had changed.

There was no one there

no one at all, not anywhere.

I heard not the gleeful chirping of birds,

a universe devoid of words;

no backed-up morning traffic…

Had I become a demographic of one?

Alone I wandered and wandered still

till my strength was gone

and gone the dawn that greeted me

so seemingly long, long ago.

And so, this is how it begins…


3 thoughts on “Monday

  1. Intriguing poem. Your talent is amazing.


  2. ws141 says:

    Thank you so much!


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