ha
and i have to try hard not to be embarrassed
my my own 'poetry'

i sit perched on the cliffs
a finite edge separating me from a sky scraper dive
to lacy waves that continually unfurl ever gasping
my body perched on impervious stone
i want to melt
to seep down and through the cracks of
this unforgiving earth
i want to dissipate
to be free of this solid form
and sink between the layers of
this mineral collage
i am me and the rock is the mineral
but i want to be the rock and the mineral, me.
I want my skin to release my essence so i can
soar
as the gulls
quiver
as the daring wildflowers
sit ever patiently
as the stone
not in a metaphorical sense, understand.
in the realest way, the most literal translation.
dont mistake my words for poetry.

these streets taste like nostalgia
i haven’t finished chewing
and i already miss their flavor

something in me
   dislodged
        out of place
                mis    placed
crooked
bent or
bro
      ken
something        off
    peculiar   at least       odd and un
                                                         comfortable
unsettling

    unsettled
          all stirred up
                 messy

                     entirely unrefined
if i try to point to the pain
                                              it moves

shifty
    shy
        secluded

the something in me

      dislogedbrokenoutofplaceconfusedmaybebrokenpossiblyatleastbe­nt

a dull kind of bent ache

a breath, a dream before
a leaving of things
familiar and homely

an embarking, a seeking
a finding of things
unfamiliar and foreign

in a moment close to now
three lives converge on rolling wheels
cascading down the highways
endless miles to the unknown  

in a moment close to now
memories to be recounted and stories told
ideas explored like the trails we grace
discovery and growth intertwined

in a moment close to now
dependent on the nature we are one with
seamlessly in our element
the elements that constitute our beings

in a moment close to now:

an embarking.