The clock
Each hand making another round
Counting down each hour we waste
Metronome
A hollow attempt to keep pace with
The minutes we can never replace
They say
Our time is borrowed
But to whom do we owe?
The keeper
Of an arbitrary construct, social by design
Pays no mind to how we spend…
Harsh reality is that
I never really was living
Just longing for warm memories of the past and wishing
That I had a chance to shake things up
Right the wrongs, adjust my projection
And reach for a star-studded upcoming
But that dream was never going to materialize
As long as…
My favorite kind of person
Is the one who
Listens to the song all the way through
A pause. A breath.
No questions, no comments
Unresponsive to incoming texts
Someone who will sit in the calm while
The music walks the talk
My favorite kind of person chooses their words
Slowly…
Keep her wild
Pump wind beneath her wings
Watch her work as she coils the world in her web
Collecting beauty at her feet
Leave her untamed
Give her
Space for her branches to reach
Open sky to feel the sun and the moon
Oxygen to breathe life into her green
Water to quench…
To Whom This May Concern
It’s only at 6 am that you can hear the dead
Quiet, blanketing your feet and inching it’s way
Down into the drum of
Your ears
In those moments,
The soft thumping and dull roar of running appliances
Are mistaken for
Last night’s thoughts
I…
