Where to, miss?
the air whispered
the horses’ bells peeled by the winds
jingling, the horses ready to leave
I turned my neck a little
to see if they were there—
was I ready for a ride?
—but the driver had already turned away
leaving kicked-up dust
of moon-smoke in his wake.
Tag: opportunity
I’m Fixing This One.
Because imagine
Imagine a world in which that was enough
Because I had enough
Elsewhere
And if that were enough
I wouldn’t need any more.
But there are as many worlds as mirrors.
Imagine a world —
a different glimmer of the disco-ball
a flicker of glass away from here, a crack
a hair’s breadth.
A moment.
Imagine a world —
Imagine a —
Lost.
The moment, lost.
Lost with its beauty, latent, potent, gone.
Laden, then lost
at sea.
As ships upon the sea.
As many words as ships upon the sea.
Sailor, spy.
A sailor’s spyglass at sea.