Here In The Shadows

there are things I’ve done
that I would never tell

things I’ve said
I want to unsay

things I’ve seen
that do not disappear
by closing my eyes

thoughts
that cannot be unthought

rationalized
justified
explained away

apparently
you know what
I mean

because here
in the shadows
they say everyone
is hiding something

(D James)

morning luck

long shadows
rush around
in straight lines

bundled against
the early morning sun
that gives off light
but little heat

another day
for the many lucky enough
to have made it through the night

yet who among us
thinks of the new day that way
before the first cup of coffee
if at all

(D. James)