Something Feels Off

UC applications are off and away. Hooray! Freedom finds me once again, at least for the moment. I can enjoy random days, and call forth my silly ways. I wrote these in the midst of all the hectic-ness, inspired by the rush of what exactly? Essays and pages and pages of information, all sent to places we think we like, but know about as well as the formation of underground sewers. Not to make the whole subject sound foul…the sewer is just a random simile. And I probably meant a nice sewer…Like a European sewer, with cobblestones, and presentable rats with accents.


Fear of fading

Behind the guiding hands
Is safety from expanses.
Like neatly trimmed trees
That stand as guardians at attention.

The fingers will unclench,
As readily as day permits the night to exist.
It is the twilight in-between
When sight fails and one stumbles.

To fade into the vastness of the new dark,
Is to give up existence.
It is why the cricket chirps at dusk;
The fear of getting lost.

Those guiding hands release to expose the wild distance.
A horizon of brilliant shades
That stuns the eyes out of focus,
Like the hazy moments between dreams

To blink away the glare,
Is harder than seeing colors in the night.
My hands are clear in front of me, whether or not I can see.
This twilight is mine.

It is my own stride
That leads me to the light.
Or that brings me where I disappear without a sound
Like snow in the wrong season.

My eyes still are blinking away,
Not only glare, but tears.
I have been thrown away from what I know,
Like a dear that lives next to a road.


Moments Do Fail

Moments do fail
Just as each of us has wronged
They do become derailed
And for purity they long

We do judge them here
Like a voice with broken song
Shame leaks tears
For they must still go on

Neither kill nor kiss
Can pull forward what has passed
Lost in the abyss
Like footprints swallowed by the tide alas