Waking with crisp autumn air filling my mouth
I find that peace and contentment
In the ordinary, the daily, the cycles of the earth
Elusive
Ephemeral
Perhaps it’ll be a day for pursuing the unordinary
With small hope
September 28, 2024
Tonight, my perceived self worth irrelevant.
Today I am both nothing and far too much.
Starless sky reflects
Empty void disconnection
Face dry in repose
Tides creeping to shore
Brief feelings in rare surges
Eyes will not obey
A dear friend is on a journey
They crossed an entire ocean
Hoping to pull themselves from another
Hero, trickster, what…?
Low sun autumn sky
Those I pass by in the world
Each flawed each perfect
In friend’s safe presence
The mask begins to dissolve
Sun feels warm again
September 22, 2024
Surely, one day this well will run dry.
We take on different shapes for different rooms.