…blowing away

 

 

 

 

 

Daylight dies

it was never really here

just greylight

and fog and mist

and I’m back here

after one month gone

hoped for things

yet to materialise

maybe never will

unseen and uncared for

a mason jar all dusty

full of something green

archaic, unnecessary

ready to fall from the shelves

break into stardust

disappear in the wind

like the air I am

time to blow away

backwards or onwards

no solutions

just devotion

to those other things

cracks I saw

edged in gold

slats in the veil

faces grinning at me

they knew, no words needed

just the sunlight

the snow playing tricks

extraneous and explicit

all at once

undefined like I,

these new feelings

found in the blue

of movie screens

messing with my mind

forever a mess

better like this

so I know what I saw

even if no one else

gives a fuck

and that’s ok

I tell myself

it’s ok.

 

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