photo: dewy cloversand pine needles in Arcadia, CA
although it's sweltering
I need it
This knot binds me
So I don't float away
from my home
which has shrunk
to this room
or more exactly,
this bed
this bed
This is the only place I feel safe
from the Great Yearning
that wants to escape these
four blank walls
and have a change in scenery
beyond these streets
Today, eyebrows furrowed
Inquiring the world
through the tap of my fingertips
Until pixels swarm
Waging war on my eyes
Staring at a screen, all day
Again
When I roll over
stricken eyes sighing as I blink
and don't open my eyes
My mind, bored again
Wanders
to how I'll probably need glasses
by the end of this
if there's an end
thinking about the world outside
this house, this room, this bed
No, not this spiral again
It only destroys
The "OK" I have established
in this home of damp sheets
Eyes shutter open
To dam the incoming thoughts
But my gaze lands on the dying sun
And the rubberband snaps
Tugging on cut-offs
The rest blurs together
Finally jerking to a halt
Sitting in thorny grass
Greasy hair on display (shh... don't think about that)
On my front lawn
where I collapse
staring up at the emerging moon
half there (good enough!)
in the watercolor sky
closing my stinging eyes
opalescent air
stress released
preparing to surrender
only here can I handle
and let the waves of Yearning
envelop me
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