Tanka reflections

Tanka Reflections


11.37 pm,
What of the morrow?
Yesterday is still on my mind
It’s a riddle
It hasn’t been re-invented yet
Can’t solve the unknown


11.38 pm.
Dawn’s a mystery
Yesterday is still on my mind
I can’t solve it
If morning abstains
I won’t know the difference

11.39pm

“What of the morrow”
I wrote that, two minutes ago
Nothing has changed
A dog on the road barked
Didn’t know that two minutes ago


11.40
Dog’s gone quiet
Silence breathes down my neck
Soon it’s midnight
“One” is knocking on the door
Is he coming to get me?