Flux
My soul’s hue
suddenly
relocated to your smile.
if there are rocks in my bedsheets,
they’re yours. look at the moon,
you say, your face a small bright
screen. so i leave my book open-
mouthed on the bed, let my bare feet carry
me down the stairs, out onto the driveway,
only to see the sky scraped clean.
the stars sparse, mocking me
with their dim blink.
i climb back into the covers
with tiny gravel-shaped skulls
lining my soles,
wondering how many more times
you’ll make me search for something
that isn’t there.
Before the skepticism,
it was a hand on mine
across a bus seat in Ohio
The proclamation, “home
is where you hang your hat”
before he hung his hat on me
Resting on the hood of a car at 17
watching stars and saying later
if I’m lonely
I’ll marry you
He knows that time will reap as time will sow.
Ninety days he waited for the barley.
He seeks to harvest all before it blows.
Flown away, consumed before it grows,
Caught by the clock that follows darkly,
He knows that time will reap as time will sow.
A seed to earth will break before it shows
The tendrils of the shoot that grows out yearly.
He seeks to harvest all before it blows.
The farmer’s crop comes from the earth below,
Decked in flowers fragrant tendered dearly.
He knows that time will reap as time will sow.
A laborer he to save it all from falling low,
Work done best is never once done rashly.
He seeks to harvest all before it blows.
The blowing stalks caught in the winds do go
From field to pond, they drown in waters murky.
He knows that time will reap as time will sow,
He seeks to harvest all before it blows.
I want to see the world
But I don’t want to leave my home
Can someone teach me to stay out
While I also roam?
I’d pack my bags tomorrow
If only I could know
There was a way to get The best of both.
I want to fall in love
But love hasn’t found me yet.
Maybe I’m not looking hard enough
But I know I would regret
If I gave myself away
Before I lived life on my own.
If only I could have the best of both.
