There is a kind and immediate hushing.

There is a setting enveloped in cold.

Withered down to our basic components

we are naked, at rest, and alone.

And the drone of the open air yawning

couldn't help me feel any less small.

In these days we will wear the same blanket.

In these days we feel nothing at all.



When the floor was all littered with pictures

like the flora was drenched in the thaw,

I was grasping to stay in the present

but your negatives flipped what I saw.

A little bird from the side of sidewalk

sings me hymnals of comfort in pain.

said "Give me you all disarmed and uncertain

and I promise that I'll do the same"

and it sounded like something you'd say.



If we spin without compass in circles

will we fall in the same exact place?



When this began

this was a thing

that we could both share.

A bit of shade

the goodness fades

and we begin there.