Monday, January 27, 2025

sitting on the boulder

I am where I was

and cannot reach beyond
the space between
belonging
a gap to mind
tomorrow
or a platform I can’t leave
by the edge of the world
in my head
out of touch
far from any track or train
waiting in the clouds for rain
or natural selection
sitting on the boulder
past the point
of resurrection.

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