finished at just the right moment
the dishes are done
the meal is served
the cats are content
and tomorrow is waiting to arrive

sitting at my desk
in the dark
drink in hand
i’m quiet now
and
almost complete
i’m ready
for that elderly form
of repulsive inspiration
there will be no
welcome distractions
just
dizzy trials
distant lights
and
the hum of a machine
that knows me all too well