There are moments
in the early still dark
morning
when saints and sinners
come to call . . .
voices floating
in the misty fog
of twilight.
"Who are you"they ask,
with ears extended.
"What is it you've
come to accomplish
here with your
feet dug into the ground?"
"Nothing" I say.
"Nothing?" they ask.
"Nothing" I say again.
"I just want to sleep!"
Joanne Cucinello 2009
