iconography;
there is such an audacity in beauty.
i know so little
for an 18 year old girl.
i feel small i feel young
i feel as though
some years of my life
happened and i wasn’t there.
alas, i did not receive an invite.
i hear god’s voice in
the rain on my skylight.
i can’t make out what he is saying?
it comforts me more than
if i knew.
a soft silent
rumble of love.
it’s been raining so much
recently
and i went outside with my dog
and found a star that had fallen.
i picked it up and
thought to name it
but kept it next
to my favourite book instead.
the gifts i am gifted;
the breath i am given.
balance.
and i consider
buying myself a
nice new pen
and driving somewhere i don’t
know and writing replies
to all of the words on the
public bathroom walls.
sometime.
not now -
eternity is not here.
but it certainly is somewhere.
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