easy now
time is a fragile word
betrays its obscurity like a whisper
past and future blend into a dream
that might come true.
life’s a series of physicalities
but how to report myself
on the missing persons list
remains a problem.
it used to be I could look into
a poem, and even when the mirror
rejected me, I’d be lying there
silently in my words, waiting.
easy now
one word breaks it
shatters its mysteries like a blind
snaps open to the sun.
If life glides like this
I’ll die of boredom, but
belief insists on continuing
despite everything.
soft, slide into acceptance and
maturity that approaches deathly-slow
easy now.