I am trying to find enthrallment.
\nWhere I left the past.
\nWhere I put an empty coffee cup.
\nThrew a poem away.
\nLet my watery eyes
\nflood the tulips in my garden.
\nTrace the debris path
\nof my words and make shift prayers.
\nWhat I left hanging
\nin the places that I left.
\nWhere the subatomic particles
\nof caring collected together.
\nThe tock tick and tick tock
\nthat stopped every time I blinked.
\nAn orchard that deserved my gratitude
\nfor the apple that I ate.
\nAnd then.
\nI realized the infinity of breathing.
\nHow much is left behind.
\nWhy people carve their names on trees,
\nto be found,
\nand join the place where you stand.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I am trying to find enthrallment. Where I left the past. Where I put an empty coffee cup. Threw a poem away. Let my watery…<\/p>\n