gentle tempest

June 11, 2020

some nights I am a worm
wiggling ecstatic beneath the owl’s howl
the moon’s bald glow floods me
until I am swirling in it’s watery microcosms.

this is how I think,
how I love and link,
sink, and emerge breathless from another shipwreck.

I wish to be lifted into the headiness of atmosphere
above the dark charge of oceanic orbits.

today I am the humble bee,
gliding along the currents of today’s gentle tempest.

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