For Now

FOR NOW

by James Miller

Once again
I awaken
In a Heavy blanket
Of sadness.

For now,
I live
My life
In letters,
Books & Dreams.
In this cell
Sadness, slow anxiety,
Sheets of rain,
Blankets of pain,
Creeping sane,
But blue
And weary
And true
In a false-seeming
Reality
Imposed against will upon
A sensitive Man
Who just wants to Love
In this World.
But sometimes the World
Has other plans.

So I survive
Until I can thrive
That’s what
Flowers do.

4/24/04, written on day 26 of 57 days in the hole—solitary confinement