windrag : poetry : journal

:: f : w : i : w ::

bright

too much dinner, feels
like i swallowed the full moon
an early bedtime

emergency room

i asked because i felt i needed to ask
to rub her feet. “that would be wonderful.”
49 times together around the sun,
we’re just getting to know one another.

huh?

over seven billion share your species.
chances are good that one is engaged
in a similar activity in this very moment.
what is this one like?

the task at hand

Night after Thanksgiving: I hesitate to do the dishes
Not because of the work involved
but for fear of washing away the memory of the precious moments
they were balanced in the hands of friends

timing

vital as it is,
when drawn at the wrong moment,
the breath, it kills you