I want you to blow through me
to match the coldness I hold
inside of this aging, weary body
held together by years of love

Weekends are time to
peddle softly into a
wide open field of grass

Unmade beds mirror
mussed morning hair
and rumpled sheets

I don’t know where I fall
as I watch myself idle
through life with that
weighted vest you saw
on Amazon on my back

A slow breeze glances
your hand dipping into
the blades beside you
and time opens up

I spend most days leaping
from one box to another,
making sure not to fall
into the blank spaces
that separate me from
the rest of the world

So, I lay down on a chaise
with a book of fiction
to imbibe someone else’s
life of bold grandeur
inside my inactivity

It knows more than us,
but is still artificial
and anonymous
If we allow it to
be autonomous
we will be left
pounding salt

But sometimes, if we
allow ourselves to break
free from our dock,
the open sea is all
we need to find the
courage to swim free

It’s strange to look for
some kind of solace
in a puddle outside of
a nondescript building
on any road in this
city of wayward fog
and capsized humans

Pitch black, trees sway
Birds sleep in the night
I stare straight up into
the vast night sky
and all I see are
fireflies

Same dinner, same plate
That chair near that window

Same show, new season
That snack and that hat

Same steps, same path
That mug and that view

Brushes of pollen
and dusty branches
echo in the distance
as the wind pushes
the clouds aside
to drop its breath
atop the slow haze
of errant wanderers

Slept upon, the weight
of our misplaced dreams
lying heavy on its back
The pillow slowly dies

Walking through life in a slight haze
waiting for the rusted anvil to drop
and expecting that stop sign to bend
is a feeling of unfettered malaise

Hand splayed over the side of the couch
Lukewarm Earl Grey just out of reach
The book I love has fallen to the ground
and my body caves into the pillows

Sunlit pieces of glass
and yesterday’s candy
bellow into the wild

A rhythmic display of time and space
intertwined with butterfly wings
looking like a parachuter's eyes
through the fear in their goggles