We carry it with us wherever we go
and though we know
it weighs us down
and
holds us back
we
carry it with us wherever we go.

Looking over the edge
of the window sill
down below
the public mill
around
feet on the ground,
it looks inviting

but I give it a miss
and
miss the moment

trapped in the movement
of shifting sands
hands nailed
to this season
of crystal.

the tide slips in
as
the moon rises
soaked
but
nothing surprises
or maybe
Crypto
another currency
for another me
everything
weighs
me down.