Portland Haiku

the day turning dark.
slower, slowly night comes on.
bright gray fades to black.

between here and there,
vaccillating to and fro,
skipping timelessly.

rain begins falling.
cool drops spatter, turning cold.
wet sounds all around.

days getting longer.
the light brightens my spirits.
a wry grin creeps up.

breathing slowly out,
i stop moving, time stands still.
it is mine, for now.

no time left for me.
i sneak, hide, and steal some light.
there it is, far off…

monday, it begins.
slowly, cautiously forward.
then it fades away.

water brought to boil,
making tea to feel better.
pouring soothing warmth.

the exact amout?
i don’t know. do i do that?
i’ll check them and see.

struggled through the day.
now i sit here lazily.
my mind drifting off.