Mar 20
2 min read
Spinning — Perpetual Full Circle
Saturday Poetry Prompt: bouncing back/around
The pitch dark result of the daylight savings conundrum confuses my brain into thinking it’s a mistake to be up. Did the body receive enough rest?
At the edge of the universe, I turn my head incessantly to glimpse the dawn, the beginning of my new day, the reset for what might be or already is, yet undetected.
