It feels wrong looking up porn on someone else’s wifi…
Off to Peru!!
There is a poem
there is a poem for every thought
and I fought and fought
in hopes that someday I could say that they had all been caught
but then I realized that the wind has too many names
and the earth has too any children
I am one
I am the only poem I have ever caught
and I am the only poem I will ever catch.
And that my friend is fine by me.
is it that feeling I get every mourning
where I feel empty and new
then I look out the window and see the big blue
and realize that the possibilities match that space above the tree tops
the green tops
contrasting with the sky
and I wonder why I feel lost
but still evening comes and I feel alone again
so I go to sleep just to wake up
and remember my dream
and realize that those possibilities are always within me.