To The Endangered Moments
06/20 2021
To the endangered moments that flicker in the dark,
That arise out of a splinter
And turns into a flower
Only to wither
In the span of the moment,
The distant present,
I walk away as if to gather
It all up in a picture
So that I could explain it.
Explain how the wolf turns
To me in the dark and
Smiles with his teeth that glistens.
Explain how the fire that was given
Is taken away so forcefully
By myself as I watch my own reflection
Explain how the basement is ruled by those we pity
Those powerless fairies and ogres
That ache, while most gather before the reckoning
Armed with swords that spew fire
That burn steadily against that familiar flicker.
I am sitting, drunk, by my window
High up from the ground
The breeze breathes,
My ears listen,
I wiggle in place
The soundtrack pounds, it whispers.