The worn hammering
to waiting eyes.
The immutable reality of change
the longing to keep “before” in range
it’s cratered the cortex of my being
and reverse refracted all my seeing
First day of the year.
Evaluating movement through life’s substance. (Or is it residue?)
Remember when you told me Vaseline was made from gasoline, and here, have some for the healing…
Remember how we wanted that clown for the party?
(I tried to publish this three times and WP didn’t save it for some reason. Hence the title 🙂 …I thought it was just me. Maybe it is…)
looking back over the year
I marvel at the resolutions I’ve kept.
eat more chocolate: check
that pause of minutest minutes
between the un and the furl
the joyous window unwinding
that threatens the re and the curl.
the risk of the lean
into the breeze
minute puts out its smoke
and falls to its knees.
it’s time to go sailing
up through the water