Treading Sand
-Just because I wanted wanted to write something that would make you— -When these awkward moments atrophy -I am alone with the careless misfire of good intentions -Thought there would be room for explanation -It just evaporates from me in the moment -Was my error in living for the levity of every situation, but -Alright, I guess it’s time to give up the ghost -Found poetry to be my way to go down with the ship -Out Demons, women, and children! -I am resigning to the stillness~alone and outside~of time -Was there an error in the calibration of my sextant -When I sailed through the beach I thought one day I’d see sea again -I am now treading shifting sands -Thought I could keep it afloat if -I just moved abacus beads in my head -Was there anything worth reclaiming in the stream of debris? -Right. Just hypotheticals to trade.