Fred Aiken Writing

December 18, 2023

guessing the direction

if i had to find north,
because i was in the wilderness and needed
to find my way by identifying the various
topological directions,
then i would point in a random direction,
and hope i wasn’t too far off

December 17, 2023

rest against the stone

the day looks weary,
the night grows mold,
but nestled between the eyelids of the day
a song about sleeping for eternity
lay

December 16, 2023

5am writing

wake up at 5am,
tell myself to write a poem,
forget to write a poem,
go back to sleep and call it a nap