“Miles To Go”

Driving home last night was difficult.

I had felt my energy draining with each wheel barrow full in the fading light to night, and with each ensuing haul of garbage can half filled with wet, chipped wood fragments.

We were finally packed and on the road home around 10pm, and there were times I had to just startle myself into being abruptly, briefly angry to stay aware and responsive.

I was running on beyond empty.

I’m still not sure if I’m “awake,” or “asleep.”