Sometimes, out of nowhere
I think about riding the
sky tram at Grouse Mountain
broccoli-head treetops
down below, the frozen-smile
shape my mouth takes
when I’m trying
not to be afraid
Or that time at the circus
men gliding through the air
a tightrope walker in leotards
my naked eye oblivious
to every invisible string
At night I try not to worry
that none of us
are holding it together
Listen, I know you’ve been
looking for something
and my furious hope
is that it finds you
when you least expect it
I wish you more of these
rare dangling feelings:
that split-second before
you’re proven wrong
and that split-second before
you finally get it right
I read somewhere that birds sleep
while flying across the ocean
by keeping half their brains awake
At night I try not to worry
about where birds go
when they die
Listen, I know nothing
is promised—
But aren’t the moments
of redemption the smallest
splashes that catch us
off-guard?
☁️ 🕊
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