cave

Ive retreated to my cave,(my room, my house). late night work,beer at the bar,sleeping the days away,avoiding everything,untill lunch when i stumble out and fry some eggs and toast. afternoons in the garden,reading,or reading in my room,anything to keep my mind occupied. basic italian grammar,cs lewis-the problem of pain,edgar allan poe.
then its back to work to start the cycle over. bars close,but the smoke is always open,late night ramblings to the dogs who will always listen,candles flicker and sway while everyone sleeps,music playing conjures up the spirits of those that have danced with me in the past. they tip toe on the twirls of incense smoke precisely to the beat.take the place of the dogs and listen to everything i have to say without me saying a word.they are good like that,can speak with their eyes and say so many things in just one simple word. knowledge.they dance,wisdom. they whisper.
poof,and they are gone.and like awaking from a dream i see her,disappearing with the last whisp of late night incense,wearing the same size halo as me. making sure i awake okay.
and the day begins again.....