I Love To Write My Thoughts

in the far reaches of my hazy, sleep shrouded mind I came to hear the birds chirping in the distance, on the branches outside my window

I thought I was back home on Long Island where the birdsong would awaken me in the small of the morning before first light, where I'd eye the clock and it being early yet I knew a few more winks of sleep would be mine

feeling fine in my thought I knew I was home, this nightmare of a move just that, a nightmare that has come and scared me, then fled so fast

then with a start my eyes began to focus, my mind woke from its peaceful slumber, and the realization set in that the birdsong I heard was here in this place, this harsh place, this place not easy, this climate of extreme heat

I was not on Long Island anymore, I was not home, the roar of the ocean was now far away from me, it remained in place where it always has been, I am the one that packed my car and headed down the highway to a life I thought I wanted, I'm the one who left, who fled

I now cry, I ask over and over, why oh why, my frustration boils as the heat of the sun broils me, I feel I have no place to hide, this place is unforgiving, it's like I'm in a foreign place, there is no respite from the sweat that gets in my eye