In the morning I slowly decide

The course of my day ahead.

By noon, it’s all the same,

Similar ideas, old memories.

Carry me through til lunch,

A coffee and a walk,

My puppy nearby, now a dog.

That time will just go by,

When suddenly I remember

It’s all turned into the same.

My days on days are sadly

Flowing toward the usual 

Crest of sea, an open expanse

Where I’ll never forget.

Those same nostalgic haunts

Will knock on my door,

Every morning, a cup of coffee,

Right back where I began …

Wondering in the silence, again.