I put my thumbs in my ears
To block out the noise
I hear my breath like waves
Like the ocean in a shell
I’m breathing
And everything has breath
Has life

I surrender to the moon
I roll toward the shore
And drift out again
Listen closely
Seagulls
Frothing sea foam
The fearlessness of children

Bold and brave
“Hi, will you play with me”
The moment, is all there is
They play
They part
Detached from thought
Freedom

Will they remember?
Does it matter?
Darkness will fall
But in response, light
The hummingbird hawk moth sings
Between two worlds
A delicate thread  

Hold me here, or there
I’ve tasted it
I’m no longer afraid
I choke on my words
I’m petrified... of life
What is this choice?
This waiting list?

I’m sick
I’m sick with the harshness
Of filtered lives
I’m sick with love, or it’s disguise
I’m sick with reason
Illusion works in ways
Truth remains