tides of want

i am caught between
the caring and the not caring 
for my day
and wonder whether it matters

there between tides of want
slowly receding when no one notices
I return slowly
as sure as the moon

this morning the pink glowing dawn
helped to make sense
lifting me awake
painting a warm reason

but now there is that unsure sense
a deep weak cough of regret
and I fight my way back into the ring
believing in the sunrise

           		© Chuck Beals   February 2, 1999