Not to Worry

On my desk,
empty beer bottles
and a spent pipe,
the evening's debris.
Last night
a bed full
of nightmares:
war, death and
a lost child.
This morning,
sun on the ridges,
a gentle breeze
sways the trees,
coffee and birdsong
on the deck.
Everything
comes full circle;
it is all part
of the process.
- mce