Sunshine streams through the heavy clouds above
Like a call of conscience from heaven.
Life outside moves with a horizontal vector
While I’m sat here, static and in inertia of limbo.
The lilacs I always looked up to for respite
Have grown pale into the spite of existence grey.
Time moves inch by inch, every swipe of the needle
But a smudge on our longevity and dent in our breath.
I have not spent much here, yet I feel like
I have been home forever,
The shadow of a stranger in the glass,
Some long lost friend.
I fix my gaze upon nothing yet I’m lost
Even the field of dandelions held like
Beads of crystal in the softness of dusk tried to call me out.
Maybe that is what it is. To be here and now.
When you are really no where any how.