Blue Coffee

I sipped blue coffee in the morning, Eyes twitching against bright screens by nine. The sound of the ocean from the basement office... The problem is I'm lost in caves. I try to connect the strand these days but I'm lurking In and out of caverns of shafted light, Marked memories. This is a waterfall that cascades into each day, Like those Dutch windmills That carry buckets of water round and round And then suddenly it's the evening and you're terrified Of being found. Though that's what you wanted the whole time. And at the onset of the night fog you walk soldier-like Through hush colors while half-closing doors, Too alert to go to sleep.