a gathering of fears

like strands of mist

collected to a fog

to drape the landscape grey

 

these are my intuitions

the way I move the dark

my hand outstretched

as if looking for a friend

 

in an incomplete gesture

toward a familiar stranger

yes it is her wait but no

then I quickly look away

 

these are my truths

vaguely concrete

 

(March 24, 2018)