I HEARD THUNDER IN THE CLOUDS WHILE WATCHING FROM SOMEPLACE FAR TOO SAFE

MARCH 16, 2013

i can’t do it
the way i used to
with
the metaphors and careful
imagery, the
layers and layers of
adjectives and
the eloquent wording.
it’s been
days since i last bothered
with
things like life and moving
through it
getting
in the way of my
best-laid plans and
lengthy
to-do lists on twice-folded
paper.
things are simpler here where
you go one way,
then you
go another without
concern for
what might have been since
what could be is
literally
unfolding with every
mile on the odometer, with
every phone call
every idea
every discomfort and blushing
red insecurity.
a storm
piles high in one direction
while the sun grins
coyly from
another
and the wind is always blowing
between them and you
and me
and this crinkled sheet of
paper
to my left that says:

things are perfect
and then things change
and then things are perfect
for altogether different reasons.