Something
about seeking a source
in the deep end
of a flailing life
means I’m not sure what
but if I could find it
I’d tie a rope
around its energy
and save myself
from drowning
in wishes
instead of swimming
in the Poet’s possibility
Something
about seeking a source
in the deep end
of a flailing life
means I’m not sure what
but if I could find it
I’d tie a rope
around its energy
and save myself
from drowning
in wishes
instead of swimming
in the Poet’s possibility
Dreamed I lost you
& sneaked a peek at you
like when you were little
& me spooked in high winds
Now my spooking
is crowds engulfing you
fueled by cruel winds
& you out of your element
which maybe is earth
& I hope will keep you
grounded