#shadowsland

I was up all night

Oh for weeks I prayed

It payed no consequence

My surroundings have transformed into something else entirely

And I with that too

The initial “hello” feels different reviewed

It was what I read in a book at the West Street Library

It was loss of mystery, a let-down history

Like the first sighting of pornography

I was just a kid back then

Back when I was nine

An eye for space, gaps, and in betweens

An affinity for what’s unseen as told to me

The space between what’s thought and astrology

Between astronomy and birthday month idolatry

Home is houses’ ivy green stretched wildly

Not this dress rehearsal Ivy League

It was the sound of pens flown cross the whitened sea

Screaming till their voices hoarse

Goose bumps made me fail that course

Over and over

Crippled through my arms and chest

But what was once a lantern now is the sun in my forest

Sparks that raise towards the stars, their mother’s breast

I don’t like to count the days

Will I meet you in a happenstance

A trip, a bump, a gleaming eye

Will we meet in happiness

Will it last beyond the smoke of tea

The tick remembered from a cold sip

We spent years saying goodbye

Driving through the pine

Hello is time revolved

It was like fall

When it was back to you

It was a rug

Inviting me to stay

It was days, nights

Company for a year

It was when I walked in