My head is a clumsy balloon
Severed from its stem.
Disconnected / free to roam:
A distraction for the disenchanted.
I’ll lift your spirits.
I’ll crash your cars.
I’m a pause between words
A missed opportunity
Every thing we should have said.
We’re defined by the dead air
Between our feet.
I’m a vague sky.
Uncertain
Hovering & looming
Threatening & promising
To piece you together
Or portion you off for the crows.
I’m a hummingbird.
I move so quick, I’m temporary.
You can’t be certain
That my iridescent,
Incoherent beating
Ever happened at all.