Nights are narrated
by the hum from power lines;
the one that is only heard when it is too early,
or too late.

With a full mind, desperate to spill,
collect your thoughts
like water in cupped hands.

Watch as they slip,
drop by drop
through the cracks between your fingers.

Feel the disappointment as you realize
that these feelings
will never be tangible
outside of your own body.
.
Think of the power lines once again,
as they hum,
but only when no one is listening.