Thursday, February 9, 2017

The in between

Some days the gravity is too strong
so I summoned the Eternal by looking at a picture of a bird in flight because a real bird wasn’t in my living room
and then afraid I was about to escape my mind I made hard-boiled eggs and ate one while it was still warm and soft and the scent of bird was there which made me sad that I was eating a bird
so I put that out of my mind and sat down with a hard-bound book and let the weight of it sit in my palms and brushed the cover with my thumbs to feel the hardness and when I opened the book and began to read 
the pages released my mind and it was gone after all
Some days the gravity isn’t strong enough

Monday, February 6, 2017

The erasure was forgotten

The erasure was forgotten
like a slow train
coast to coast
through trees and hills and blasted rock
forgets its ties
that fade into a single, distant point
around a bend
in time
when thought was free
inside your skull
you steel yourself
those arresting thoughts
to rail against
the police of thought

A prompt from

Sunday, February 5, 2017

In this plain state

Sepia-toned Sunday
I move slowly through the house
Socks shuffling on smooth wood planks
Pausing at the kitchen sink to reflect
On this tiny backyard and its plainness
In this plain town in this plain state
Of affairs
I’ve had with other places this romance
Of what could be, of what I could be
When I was younger
It wasn’t a what-if fantasy that lasted more than a minute
Because I was up and gone
And now I move slowly
Through my body and through my mind
If only to show my heart that it’s ok
To move slowly
Through this romance with the world
As it could be
And the more slowly I move the more I see
The world as it is
And somewhere in the slowness of time
The what-if fantasy is beautiful in its dream-like state
Of affairs
I’ve had this idea that something bigger is happening 
Somewhere else
I was up and gone
And now the world seems smaller
As I shuffle in my socks 
In this plain house, in this plain town
In this plain state
I’m in