Upon awakening

free verse on distance

Distance, Monnica Marwick, courtesy ofartloversaustralia.com.au

Upon awakening

a corridor

separates the night from the day,

the pillow from the mug.

You are there, on the border: between the warmth of the wood and the coldness of the marble.

You are there, wrapped, brutalized, undisturbed.

The face altered

by the artificial light

of imagines evoking the end of a day giving the way to its conclusion on the contrary:

the night, long and without sleep;

the day, cutting pills and barley powder melt with boiled water,

the day bringing the fatigue of the day.

Another tier of distance to scrabble.

You are here on the border.

I can see you. I pretend not to see you

You can see me. You pretend not to see me.

We do not exist anymore

for each other.