it never reveals its face
yet it wraps its fingers
around your mind
pleading for you to think
only of its grip
it prods at your heart
making it flutter at its touch
it never lets go
as your legs walk
in its darkened direction
and it knows
it’s own poetic structure
as it whispers
words of doubt to the confident
and the cautious
latches onto the hands of the sure
and the hurried,
the harried, the calm
and pulls them all into its arms
and when they arrive they never know,
because the air breathes the same
and the sky looks just as clear
most days I’m a feather clinging to the wing of a multicolored bird
quivering from the wind, but always returning to the place where I belong
blending and fading with the soft abyss of surrounding comfort, I wait.
some days I’m the multicolored bird piercing the sky
flying with the wind, at such a height that makes my colors melt
into one single, perfect hue, blending into the welcome air, I soar.
but today I am the sky, an expanse filled with possibility, with fear
propelling the wind, but quivering and melting, fading and flying
I don’t leave or return because I’m already here, so I breathe.
when it’s dark
too early, and I’m driving home from work
my headlights guiding my car’s path
I always wish for spring
but suddenly I worry
that when spring arrives
and it rains
too much, and I’m driving home from work
my wipers guiding my car’s path
I will always wish for fall
Sometimes I feel the weight of everything directly upon me,
but I mean, in a good way.
Not in a way that suppresses or brings anxiety aloft.
In a way that frees.
When I’m driving at night and the streets are full of cars
but everyone is reduced to two lights
and I ask myself where I’m truly going
and the stars form a welcome blanket overhead
guiding me and everyone, all of our lights,
along our individual journeys, I feel it.
And it suddenly becomes so apparent
that our individual journeys
are so far from that.
The depth of this huge, gigantic world rests
upon all of us, peacefully and meaningfully.
It grasps onto our shoulders,
and urges us not to forget that it’s there.