Older, Yes

Each night when I go to sleep

I wake up a different person

Older, yes

Another unevident line in the

Corrugated line up of evidence

A new context of experiences

Different dreams

Than the night before

A fine balance faltered

Stability alchemized to risk

Hope cultivated, marinated

In the circumstance of moments

Folded to fit into my pocket

If I have room amongst

The other trinkets I cling to

Like unfloating life boats

Because stuff always sinks

And birds cannot fly

With backpacks

Clipped to their wings.

Becoming Real

We are always differentOur hair clothing thoughts goals Victims of seasons trends preferences Shaped by experiences and new information and fresh perspectives Mutable bendable breakable fixable Every day we learn a little more But our habits tend to remain unchanged Stuck on a continuous loop Our hearts stuck wanting to love and be loved Days stuck on repeat The commute The coffee The croissant The computer We find our purpose We lose hold of it We chuck identity to the wind We wrap our selves in a new set of problems We search We have regrets We doubt our choices But we are choiceless And nothing we do is wrong not wasted Forgotten relics Are but marinating masterpieces Waiting for their turn to trap fragments of light And become real.

Cobwebs

Opening feels like a cobweb of cracks around my soul.

As if I am a piece of glass and I have dropped myself onto concrete.

Not out of carelessness but because I am living and the risk inherent in living is breaking.

Light leaks through

Widening the gaps but also filling them in with the possibility of morning.

Who will I be today?

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Invisible cloak

My heart swings open.

They climb inside

Squirm

Get comfortable

It sounds like

The womb

Smells like

Heaven

Looks like

Beauty

Feels like

Somewhere hurt can't find

An invisible cloak

Of soft supple folds

Bound together

With a sheath of power

A gauzy squeeze

Ripped with bruises

Grasping

Gasping

For time

All they do is grow

Bloom

They are never the same

From one minute

To the next.

Neither am I.

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