alone in my head
even when one or the full house fifteen
slumber and slip into the early morning house
I talk to them
them that are the words the feelings the emotions the sensations
long lingered as well as newly ignited
I talk to them
say good morning
hello
it startles them sometimes to be seen this way
and realized for what they are
having mistakenly thought themselves breathing out there on their own
beings aside
I tell them hello -somewhat satisfied by their startle
and go on to tell them about my day -our day we will have they and I
they become even more surprised at this
thinking as they did that they were in charge -getting to orchestrate the flow of the minutes
and I go on to highlight the place they can sit at the table when I set out the breakfast and warm up the buns
and where they’ll get to be present in the studio or at the desk over the paper or beside the palette
and I even sometimes in those moments where extra emphasis is needed let them in on how they will behave
as evening descends and the final hours of the day wind down and they these words and feelings and emotions think they hold this hour as their playground
I tell them about how we will all be in this day together.
while for some this would be license for lunacy
for me it is the greatest deliverance to the place a small measure closer to peace
they get what they want and need, these words and feelings and emotions
not by taking but by being
given.
control