i can't separate enough
peel
myself away from the wonder or the tumult
long
enough to write a word down
maybe i should try to write a word up
with the tiny white hairs of my dog
or the blood of a thousand sorrows that feels so laced within this day . . .
all here
all knowing
maybe i can just become a cloud full of particles &
change & sunlight . . ..
maybe then
just then i can become hollow enough
full enough to listen to the wind
finding contentment in the bind
