Sun watching. The dreams of the world.
I am here and holding the sun together,
the edge of the night. The edge of the world.
Month: January 2020
Remember (poem #567)
Memories fragile, ripped away
a stretch, reaching for-was it something
I said? Was it what I did? I can’t remember.
New Strength (poem #566)
Muscle rip, tears to heal, a new form
ache, and aching for a time after,
rinse repeat. new muscle, new tear,
new strength.
Distant Echoes (poem #565)
Distant echoes, remind
the horizon of atomic blasts
decades ago. The air, everything,
changed forever. Date, dated, dating
past, present, future, meticulously
counted.
Lost (poem #564)
Mind and memory,
can I forget myself
in the smoke, a thought bends
like light through a prism,
no matter what way it turns
it’s always different, my memory
filtering through, grasping to
keep my self separate from
my dreams. Lost.