i'm in the wake
of a storm i didn't even know happened
but suddenly i walk outside and
there is a sea of fragmented mirror
where there were once
smooth stone paths
and my favorite tree lies uprooted on it's side
like a wounded animal
it's wooden limbs torn
and the sky pities me wordlessly
almost as if it knows
i will be the only one on my hands and knees
putting time back together
because yesterday was last year
and the spaces between
the words
grow
farther and
farther
apart
until i am
straining to hear sounds
that would've once made me deaf
even though
the volume is turned
all the way up.