go finding normal and
once I open
my eyes along on the arc
of the ferris wheels spinning
and while I stare
in such windows down and
music up awe
at the clouds on this
day, sliced hours after
the rain has stopped, I
swallow this anti-catastrophe
( el momento precioso )
through my pores.
back and without age again, again
its funny to find my voice
again, making hello, polite conversation and
wow
not much has changed
since.
drinks in the day
with a girl earlier, and
listening to myself, I
find no wonder in why
I am alone, and why
I am thirsty
to not be.
but that is a good one - me
not alone.
so much love for so much
and so many, and so little
to be in.
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