The Interstitial Interval (from Wake to Work)

Written by: Andrew Gallagher

They vie out in dim farm-fields,
the smoke and the stars.
Not for touch, blood, or gold;
just a hundred seconds more.

I am awake so I must decide.

it’s unfair,
she said,
we both know that.  
And what responsibility isn’t
I had said.
I yawn and drive past the dead deer on Millersport Highway.
Great.
It’s not her.
It’s me.

Stopped;
but the day is never that,
is it.