.
The gap yawns
Not with sleep but menace
It growls
Can you still?
She welcomes me
Inside
With joy
Softwarmed to a slow low flame
Fear finds me,
Curl-fronded
Tangled around the
Cold lake reflection
Of my own inadequacy
She tells me that is just mirage
Of a bad dream still echoing
In the old pocked caverns of me
Look, pebble splash and waves of temporary freedom cut circles
Sink your expectations
They will only steal from you
Tie to an old anchor and cast
Away as if you never need to be anchored again.
What happened for the last 12 months?
Did I grow up without consenting
Something cut the thread of me
Narrowed my ponderous river to a hurry
No banks to sit on and chew grass
Let words tumble out of my fingers
This is no time to be.
I’m late, as usual
I sit in the quiet car
On the side of a mountain.
Rain tinkles,
The phone notified me,
It’s low on power.
This is the first moment
I’ve said yes to this
In too long.
Joe Blogs, Nov. 2025
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