they ask me
if I am lost

I shrug and think
about it

I say

lost just happens
something that was

isn’t there

eventually
I notice the space

in my mind
in my heart
in my soul

sometimes it is dark
sometimes it is light

I have learned

it isn’t always
a bad thing

to be lost
they walk away

I’m not sure
if I answered

their question

I am fall
the first

bite of
knowing

noticing
asking
taking

exploding with

the sensations
of hunger
and thirst

not belonging
to anyone

leaving with
nothing

but all this
time & space

to fill

wind is music
as the yellow

flowers dance
the rhythm of

love

spreading seeds
into the sky

sparkling like
little suns

sometimes life
is easy

I felt the
darkness

move in
a welcome

guest I made
a bed for us

to rest

I watched
the clouds

cry on my
window the

the most
perfect tears

misshapen circles
about to bleed

I had to capture

them before
the light returned

and they disappeared

smoke then ashes
what is left behind

after I disappear
memories are made

of soft putty
meant to be

manufactured by
our minds

we are all sculptors
or perhaps

magicians or
better yet

manipulators
trying to mold

the past with
a future

into something
we can live with

at least for a moment

angel crush
into dust

a fallen dream
evaporates

like smoke

the sky wants
to cry but

there are
no more tears

we are all
unborn fruit

dried vines
with nothing

left to give

I turned off
everything

on the outside
sound and light

creating dark silence

the shadows
slow danced

teasing

first alone then
together

they have
mystic rhythm

without sight
or sound

casting spells
inside of me

my mind starts
to whisper

all its voices
in unison

a choir

reminding me
of those things

I tried to forget