James Babbs writes

A New Morning

after awakening 

I counted the blades on the ceiling fan 

there were six of them 

it seemed like 

most of the other fans I’d seen 

had only five blades 

but this one had six 

and they were stained a dark rich color 

the ceiling fan wasn’t on 

so the blades weren’t turning 

it was a new morning 

and I wondered if 

some day 

I’d die this way 

with this same longing 

lingering in my heart 

alone somewhere 

inside an empty room 

with the shades drawn 

holding in the darkness 

while keeping away the light

In a Dark Room -- Agnieszka Ceccarelli