It’s payback, I guess,

evening out all the times we were too happy,

too loved, too secure.

I am standing at the edge of something

watching dreams drop away,

watching whirlpools suck away my soul.

There are decisions to be made here but

I am drugged and sleepy.

Life isn’t what it’s cracked up to be.

I am watching as clouds go by,

listening to sad bird voices,

trying to capture something vital.

I am waiting for my muse.

I am watching the evening,

waiting for portents

like stars falling.

by Cher Bibler