Lost In Where It Lies

Magnetic shift

where breath comes steadily

Without the heaviness 

opposed to drawing near

Lost in where it lies

dried out in fear

  

This Is Not Water

There's a merging

where I hide deprived

A combining of a toxin

that feels like water

in a desert

But is not water

There's a river

guides and carries me

in calm beneath

Where community resides

Not of one or two

or three

  

Letting Things...

There are those things

so many

ratcheting toward agitation

I collect them

sorting, labeling

Until they bury me

and I can't find myself

in the accounting, calculating focus

That excludes

every part of the seconds

that make a day

true

I imagine them

    drifting from view