revolutions

I turn off my TV
Because it is
Not my box of dreams

I turn down my mind
When it swallows
My vision of the road ahead

I turn up my guitar
When my soul feels
Muddled and unquiet

I turn my eyes to the winter stars
When my canine brother
Makes his bedtime ablutions

I turn to you
Asleep and warm
By me in our bed

I turn to you