Day 1559, knot.
Some ropes
have only one end
~
and the fearless
makes only one good knot
Day 1558, it.
I am afraid
that suddenly
it
will move
~
there where I can’t see
it
~
what is
it
Day 1557, calls.
I feel sharp
and radiant
~
when the sun
is just behind me
~
the cold
calls
Day 1556, momentum.
A balletic burst
from in
side
~
thoughts torn
in momentum
cast
into nothing
Day 1555, standing.
It’s silent
standing
alone
~
in
tense
Day 1554, waiting for.
I lost
most of my
hair
early in my summer
when the wind
didn’t stop
for me
Day 1553, a group.
All bunched up
looking in different
directions
~
but not outside
Day 1552, light.
I feel the light
even with all this darkness behind me
~
why does it only shine on me
and not on my darkness
Day 1551, more.
In a blur
I see
maybe I have to wake up
more
to see
more
than just colors
Day 1550, twist.
I twist
in to myself
and want to close
~
the space between
my two way’s
Day 1549, welcome.
The sun shines finely bright
and I wave to it
welcome
Day 1548, bends.
In
and out of focus
we climb up
~
till our branch
bends down again
to where we started
Day 1547, different way’s
There are day’s
~
that I look down
~
and feel good
~
about the scars that I have
Day 1546, resistance.
Hardly attached
to forgotten ground
~
I rush forward
slowly opening
when the resistance
of the future
hits my closure
Day 1545, seeds.
