The Last Drop

“It is not the last drop that empties the water-clock, but all that which previously has flowed out…” – Seneca . Neither here Neither there Neither anywhere . I wonder what they thought When they found him . Not quite…

“It is not the last drop that empties the water-clock, but all that which previously has flowed out…” – Seneca . Neither here Neither there Neither anywhere . I wonder what they thought When they found him . Not quite…

A pool of light ahead, spilling onto the road from a barn light or a closed gas station. The inside of the car is bright for an instant, then dark; except for the muted glow of the gauges. Your thoughts…

Mind your secrets my love Each one weighs you down A small leak in the bilge It’s nothing Until it’s something .. Some like a dragging anchor You stand watch Lest you’re dashed upon the rocks .. Each waits for…

A blazing hot day on a treeless city street The sky so bright it hurts your eyes Heat bakes off the pavement Broiling the air Midwestern summer . A couple walking their dog Laconic, saving their energy . There is…

They’ll tell you to take it easy To slow down To be careful You’re not what you once were You could hurt yourself Or others You’re vulnerable You’re harder to teach Naturally You should get rid of some of that…

Lonely is not in your head It’s in your gut If you’ve felt it you know . When the feeling in your stomach Makes you double over That’s loneliness . When the feeling in your stomach Makes you cry in…

Packed in close The tabletops barely big enough . A candle Her purse Your drinks . It’s cold outside You wore overcoats She wore a hat and mittens You smile, because she’s cute She smiles because she knows it And…

I saw you walking in the rain Your raincoat says you planned it Walked out the door in the pouring rain Not to get anywhere, just to walk . Likely a young mother Which is normal in this neighborhood But…

In the end. It won’t matter. That’s a lock. You can hustle. You can flex. Live your best life. But the only thing, Will be the one, The person, Holding your hand. © Glenn R Keller 2021, All Rights Reserved

Somewhere between sunset and sunrise We exist, brothers and sisters, In our nether world Shared with more productive denizens Servants of the light dwellers Police and trash collectors And tough waitresses at bad diners They inhabit the world because they…