The metal click
of wind meets flame
along Carrol Creek
engineered by brightened minds
to light up the night
I could stare at the sun
forever
if it only stayed
in its setting motion
Strange lands
seem even more bizarre
as I age
and I feel less sure
about any of my opinions
or judgments
and critiques are dead ash
weaving rotten fibers
I could bathe in the water eternally
if I returned to my froggy nature
breathing
basking
believing
as the days of ‘23
grow fewer
on the page
there will be a new post
around the bend
I have cocooned inward
not by design
but instinctual necessity
incommunicado
silent lines
vapors and mist
fill my neurons
Learning to surrender
and just be
The quantum mechanics
zapped my innards
sucked the vacuum
toiled and twisted
I am the tourniquet
fashioned of tolling bells
and sagging jacket bark
a tongue loosened
but timid
smeared with honey and roses
a thorn in each bud
habanero and sizzling ghosts
in every bite
