by Michael Morris
Ashamed I cannot connect
to the natural world like Basho
did, I lay here listening to
my C-PAP machine intersect
the fading click of the T.V.
turned off and the mechanical
peep my alarm uses to lull
me downstairs to make us coffee.
The humidifier’s humming
as it warms the air passing through
a plastic tube attached to my
face, the snarl of science coming:
this is my frog leaping the dew
to splash in the pond of the sky.
Michael Neal Morris has published short stories, poems, and essays in a number of print
and online venues. His most recent books are naked and Recital Notes, Volume I. Collections of his
work are listed at Smashwords and Amazon. He lives with his family just outside the Dallas area
and teaches at Eastfield College.
Monk Notes: http://mnmwrite.blogspot.com/
Walking It Off: http://mnmwalking.blogspot.com/
This Blue Monk: http://bluemonkwrites.tumblr.com/