Awoke by my fears
Not an unusual thing
Though I’ve grown weary
I’ve long hated my mind’s tendency to torment me late at night. Bringing up ancient mistakes, dragging forth unlikely scenarios, so many ways my mind finds to attack my tranquility.
I dig computers

I’m awake early
On this dark Christmas morning
The night calmed by snow
I hope each of you has a blessed and refreshing Christmas.

Rivers of gold light
Flowing across this city
Blessings of darkness
Days passing past me
Daylight wanes for a few weeks
Then the axis tilts

Early in the day
Witnessing such suffering
A surreal day
The Amtrak derailment about 60 miles south of me dominated the news, and my awareness yesterday.
Easy to get lost
Gazing into the future
If the compass lost