With eyes closed
I'm morning mellow
and grateful

Survived another crash
the screech of a derailment
isn't mine this time
but it only gets later 
in the day of my life
my luck must be spilling out
soon to all be spilled

Morning mellow, with eyes closed
still invincible 
at thirty seven

Beyond the pane
summer wind rips
licks at the glass
makes me feel small
and safe, for now

The hands of hurt
fingers of death
they'll reach right into my life
soon enough, they'll do their harm

But morning mellow
with eyes closed
still invincible
for now

But it only gets later
in the day of my life...

(June 2018)