Waltz of The Overthinker.

​The night train a mile south of here rattles down the rails.  

The fog returns 

clouds on the ground 

thick earth ethereal

drawing itself to sit like a lady in long ball skirt 

gathers her hemline then lets it fall wide and vast.  

This makes the second haze past midnight I witness, the second night of a churning gut and busy mind – neither of which easily soothes or quiets. 

The fog muffles yet intensifies everything.  Cushion and couch, sleep graceful dew, and rest.

DJDawson 2012

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