If Ahead I See
Gray skies filtered through light,
eyes adapting space,
the possibilities of the
horizon or a foot
lashing out in reflex,
what do I learn?
The house finch sings as if
all air will expire at song’s end.
Falling, I release this misplaced trust.
The path, muddied and crowded with fools.
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“If Ahead I see” is included in my 2017 chapbook, From Every Moment a Second.
Intriguing to consider horizon lashing out at me … would I lash back? giggle? simply succumb?
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I’d probably fall, followed by curses and laughter.
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