Category: Brief

I like rocks and trinkets as tangible moments. It feels like being an archaeologist of the future who got to travel back to the past they’ve pondered. When seeing a mother tying her child’s shoe at the grocery store feels as reverent as watching a mother stitch a shoe since found in excavation.
What was important to them then? = What is important to me now?

I haven’t picked up a rock in a good bit – how do you choose a stone when your feet feel ungrounded? What is tangible in a state of intangibility?
I don’t know

I guess I ought to go digging for more treasured moments even when the site feels barren, section by section with patience and determination – certainty that something is to be found even when unsure what I’m looking for.

A reminder: that I like this.

Somewhere I shed that dry skin of inferiority
Realized I had fangs, a tail that moved me better than a body
I wonder if I’re to meet a bear
A beast of fur and size
Would I forget
I’m no longer bound by the skin I wore before

Over dirt between the boulders
I am cunning and I am sly
It is not feet on the ground or how many feet above
I tower in my means
My strength, if not my hands

Usually when the caterpillar pupates it leaves the chrysalis behind
But I kept it, thought it’d look cute as a mantle piece

Sometimes I crawl inside
snug and warm

Usually when the caterpillar pupates it leaves the chrysalis behind
I found a new use and old comfort in a new place and space

It looks good there in my new home
The chrysalis others leave behind

Now, when I say I don’t want to be here, I mean
Here

When I say I don’t know the way out, I’m asking for
Help
Admitting there is a way, I just don’t know it
yet

When I’m spinning in circles I’m searching for a
door,
a ladder,
a window or a
whirlwind to catch me upwards

When I imagine my
escape
I picture friends in all
black
repelling down in the morning

My greatest adventures have been avoiding
the mortal peril
of moral anguish