This I am,
sometimes full,
sometimes empty.
Firefly blinking off and on.
An ebb and flow. Me, not me. faulty wiring
Asked who I am
by well-meaning others,
space opens wide between us.
I am this instant.
I am not. light flickers
Ground shifts
from here to not here.
Waves crash, recede.
Churn of sand,
Salt water. give and take
The more I
yearn to exist, to be
unequivocally crystal clear,
the more I simply
disappear. here not here
YOU ARE READING
Express, baggage and all...
PoetryObjects in the mirror are closer than they appear... Just when you think you've put something behind you for good, you look back and find it trails you like your very own comet's tail, lighting a path through the dark. Reading through these pages...
