Morning brings silent regret;
the chaos of uncertainty,
the fear of collapse,
living and dying alone;
time taking its time to heal,
the wound left itching; wishes
clinging to dead memories as though life can u-turn,
return.
Worried my mind is slipping,
eyes always searching the
endless road cutting
through marshes and reeds;
fleeing animals frozen into roadkill,
filtered through falling tears
like a sheet of rain
across the windshield,
surveying a land
that has drowned.
Published in Collected Poems, 2016
©2016, Dan Schell, Flex Your Head Books