Untitled, most recent poem I’ve written
I’m drawn to the way the world moves beneath me.
The language of forward,
my mind unclenches its own hands
and I am forever unfolding.
Without edge.
Windows open,
my hair in quiet conversation with the wind.
I’m still here.
The need to be understood melts right out of reach.
Infinity dancing on my tongue and swallowed whole-
the crystal clear taste that I wished for when I’d throw pennies into the fountain.
Eyes closed.
The wide unknown,
the unbound,
the everything-
the universe herself plucked the cold flowers from behind my ear and laid them down at the door step.
An entrance dismantled,
the structure didn’t stand against it.