It is still dark outside
I’m sipping reheated coffee

Words inside want to come out
But the anger does too

My mind wanders

To the 94-year-old man with chest pain
Who lived in a one room cottage
No family
His door yard a mud pit

Then to the dream where the people I know
Take on the roles of strangers

The what ifs of life
And the camera I lust after

I am decades from learning
This distractor part is trying to help
To keep me safe