Hurtling Down a Mountainside, Driving to Kentucky

I dream of every trip
I thought about but never took.

All the jagged cores of Earth
I could have roamed, like a corkscrew,

the bottles of wine I could’ve
sipped in the arms of a stranger.

all the moments I could’ve escaped,
the sphere of mourning a lost love

and saw our connection of flesh
the way it was:

a cockeyed and hopeful
melding of greed and alcohol.

The Wheel of Now & Then

I’m trying to put into words
how it feels to breathe
alongside the ocean and
consider all the change.

I’ve wandered, so long without discipline,
on a simple mission for truth.

To map out what’s boundless
and keep my head above the flood

of this unbelievable world
and in my deepest of hearts

I think it’s unlikely
I’ll ever know how it feels to be anchored.

You see my foundation is not
weight, but a storm. Sweet survival

and relentless tides, swaying
with incomprehensible gravity.

Tomorrow, I’ll discover why I was
wrong yesterday. I’ll feel shame
until nostalgia licks me all over
in a sheer form of warmth;

I am only and all
what is youth and discovery.