Daylight Savings

Undercover soul colours

Photo by Evie S. on Unsplash

Alone in the dark,
Searching blindly,
Shivering, yawning.
The coffee burns my hands
Wet dew on my toes
Familiar dread in my nose
Soul’s instincts yearning
I know it’s out there somewhere
Wrong way
You turn

Running out of track
Sinking at the beach
Grab the glass
Flip the sand
Hit the switch

I wrestle the hands of time
Bend them to my will
Scrawling numbers on the speedometer
Hold the accelerator still
Taste the burning in the air
Hear the screech of raw rubber
Gone. Off grid. Undercover.

The radio’s silent and
The spare tyre’s gone
The sun roof’s smashed in…
All I hear is bird song

Purple pain, pink patience,
orange ecstasy, yellow grace
The morning melody on my face
And she illuminates the sky
Pouring through the funnel to my soul
Refracted by my lenses
Life’s back in my eyes —
As hue was ever present.