It has studied the heavens
more than you and I.
we pass through moments of grace
as our highs wear off.
answers in the outside world.
I now search within.
at the place in the road where
I always turned left.
the trees are trying to teach
me something. But what?
once under ocean, will it
soon be above me?
the horizon backs away,
one step at a time.
or shoveling snow, always
small talk and complaints.
there is a silence before
life begins again.
there would always be a home
I could return to.
the sky on fire, and your voice
whispers in my ear.
once looked as fresh and vibrant
as this azalea.
it’s more about learning
than anything else.
all our plans get cancelled, and
we just do nothing.