escaped
to the woods
but the pain
followed
unlit fire pit
forgot spatula
no meat to flip
my tent
rips
wind flips paper leaves
dirt carpet
catches trees’
sheddings
and my eye
drips,
salty, sad
hands
waiting, empty
head,
a mob of confusion
poison crowdsurfs thoughts
drowning in illusions
unsure
not safe
but my flesh tent will be
okay
the stars are trying to get in
they knocked yesterday,
looked at my failing
estate, said “yes.”
then dropped their stations, to shine within
me
so I’m still camping
on this site with the port-a-potty and the squirrels
my camp grill’s lit now though,
I didn’t do it.
the rocks started singing and I
couldn’t help but
join in.
now we’re clapping
my toes tapping
I can’t stop
smiling
inside
the lantern’s lit
the hot dogs are cooking
the forest still smells
like forest
and my hair’s the same colour
but now I know Love
Himself
heaven moved here
the stars laugh from
within
I don’t recognize myself
but I’m glad
to divorce old
this is so much
better
my joy container:
the sky—wide and unmeasured by human
eye
I’m a band
a regular symphony,
forever
colliding
with
now
