Descending stairs
in pre-dawn darkness,
I enter the cave of memory
and confront
the demons named
Routine,
Boredom,
Dullness, and
Fear.
I muster up the energy
or the interest
or the will
to say –
Hello, yes,
here we are again.
Yet again.
The weak winter sun rises
and burnishes the side
of the castle’s tower
across the valley.
A beacon flashes
from parapet
or window,
beaming directly
across the expanse
to me.
Is this a sign, an omen?
Then, just as quickly,
the sun and
the beacon both
disappear, and behind
the castle a rainbow
arcs across the sky.
The demons are,
for the moment,
defeated.
