Poetic Trance

Something from 2011

How did I mistake this

for a single spring afternoon.

I was tumbling across the city,

a swath of eyes and hair.

I am familiar with beginnings.

It’s the end I cannot decipher.

The sudden dread that nothing

will ever happen.

Just think:

My solitary bedroom.

A rumor gathering itself outside my door.

Our abandon accelerating

with no regard for locks or fences.

Hush now,

I can hear the whooshing sound

this life makes.

I am leaving a boundary,

letting it close seamlessly behind me.

It’s true what they say

about these walks.

A single glance can so ensnare you.

The chaos once so distant

now dropping faint footsteps

in the sand.

Coming to tell me something

miniscule as this poetic vapor.

But something.