Walking It Off

A summer dawn flickers behind bedroom drapes. A bad night – moonless yet Luna possessed, sharks were flying in a lightless void they were taking chunks of me into sad places. I may need something to cover for me today, some replica of a cheerful, carefree guy who can still smile from the dark belly of a Great White. After some sunny-side-up’s on a sky blue plate and while I butter the toast bright light streams in through a clear kitchen window. I think I will take a walk to save my soul while that sad guy falls away shadow by shadow. Maybe I’ll stubble over those good-times that fell from me yesterday evening as I walked unknowing into man-eating dreams.