Dazed and Amused

[dayonfire]

This is not a poem
I was sitting at the kitchen table
watching squirrels become brighter
as the night ended
stuck in one of those meaningless
dazes you can't shake out of right
away like limbo where death is just
another mood
Sunlight hit the right angle
on a pie tin in the yard blinding
me out of my stare

I looked down to see that I had been tapping
my leg against the table hard enough to bruise
it. I looked for a metaphor there, but it was just
a bruise, and this is not a poem.

I need some time away with my meaning and my
rainbow faults.