I Woke in a Fit of Dark Unease

thunder above, sky below

Pointe-Claire, Quebec — Photo by Jonathan Potter ⓒ 2024

I woke in a fit of dark unease
with an ache of anger and ego
putting out my inner light
in the middle of a strange
and feverish autumnal night,
and willed myself to stay awake.

My waking surged weirdly in my soul
to separate my self from my wrath
and muster up a vigor
for the coming of the day
and the challenges of my dread
deep in my chest and in my head.

I then made my way to the river
and the river made its way to me,
eddying and undulating
at my feet, hesitating 
to pull away the curtain of sky
to reveal a cautionary

and encouraging tale of changing
lines and blooming fanfare in the clouds
as well as inside of me,
we being one and the same,
as shadows began to settle
and the day in fine fettle dawned.

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