Moonlit Feather | 7.16.24

I’m back to waking up
from dreams of people on the horizon.
Caught up.
Tapping me on the shoulder.
Must be a summer thing.

Glimmers of regret.
People talk too much about things they don’t know.
Putting words in my mouth.

But oh to be distracted…

It’s a wonderfully scary thing
that I’m trying to convince myself
I have no interest in it.

Maybe it’ll become this year’s Autumn theme?
Pumpkin spice…
Eyeliner…
And all the things I thought were out of sight and out of mind.

It’s a real son of a bitch
knowing an army of false hope
is fortifying itself in the fog –
waiting to point out the things I choose to ignore with reckless abandon.

Bringing in tow a soft parade of the sweetest things.
Things I’d like to point out.
Things that need to be said.

Things I need to do my very best to avoid.
Hiding out on some crooked trail
deep in the forest
where I can’t be found.

At least for a little while.
It’s fun to face it head-on and get lost…

…like staring at a moonlit feather.