Blink and You’ll miss it
The nature of living
Is a fickle thing
I was born in the middle
Of too much and not enough
At times I look up at the big sky
In the middle of barren interstate
And feel completely, limitless
Untethered, unhinged, yet underwhelmed
At other I am, floored
By all the intimate twists of fate
That brought me to intersections with strangers
That slowly turned into friends
The best way to put it: We are quick burning stars
Stuck in personal spiral galaxies
Life hurts, and then it doesn’t
But blink, and then you’ll miss it.
Real places
I looked down at my arms
My legs, my chest, my hips
And for once it felt okay.
The water settled at my feet
Foam washing over my skin
It is red, and alive,
Like the apples on the tree
In the field
Were I laid last summer with all my best friends
Roots shoot through my veins
Grip into the water
Into the field with the apples
I will be re-born here
Again and again and again
And again come back to the water, the field
To places where I am
Alive. And whole.
Places of divine connection
Places where I know you love me
Places where the sun rises and falls
Places where it’s not getting dark.