Dark Morning
The morning is shadowed
by a time clock.
I've lost my moorings.
It's still dark
when I reach the door.
True north sleeps in the back yard
and dawn awaits the call
of the Full Wolf Moon.
The north-east sky slowly opens
like a stolen letter.
I've lost direction
so travel in the familiar
circles of this labyrinth
under snow-grey clouds.
Daphne Productions
Erin Skerry
