Tagged: departure
perhaps life and death
perhaps life and death
start with a cab ride, meter
running, waiting for
a destination – my hands are
deep in these pockets, searching
.
20180502:0750
y
i am on my way
i am on my way
home, one foot in the space between
here and there, balanced
.
20180501:0742
y
departing and
departing and
arriving, departing
and arriving,
pushed and
pulled by
the horizon
.
20171231:2359
y
the day before the
the day before the
day before a new year, we
prepare to leave home,
bellies and hearts filled with a
certain kind of heaviness
.
20171230:2155
y
on departures and
on departures and
arrivals, the heart floats in the
same space, insecure
.
20171221:2257
y
in the middle of
in the middle of
packing a suitcase home, a
splinter or two lodged
in the tips of my fingers –
a run-in with old memories
.
20171220:1214
y
it’s like when you are
it’s like when you are
heading the other way while
everyone else is
headed home – so many pairs
of lights helping you move past
.
20171111:1701
y
