A distraction,
\neverything a distraction,
\nin the shallowness of my heart.
\nEnnui,
\na window\u2019s reflection.
\nSadness bored with itself.
\nJoy with frayed edges.
\nOverripe fruit.
\nThe smell of old sausage.
\nMildew on the cheese,
\njejune people.<\/p>\n
Then,
\narriving in the car,
\ntwo thunderbolts.
\nJackie twinkles like a flare,
\na meteor about to fly.
\nMichael is a bird,
\nfilling a whole valley
\nwith his call,
\nand I am restored to joy,
\nto hope,
\nto catching butterflies
\nin a net,
\nfinding bugs under rocks,
\nrescuing mountain goats
\noff a table.<\/p>\n
Peeing,
\nrunning,
\ntelling stories,
\nand feeding off the bounty
\nof the earth.
\nAnd light so fresh
\nit flashes into stars,
\nand ennui evaporates into air.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A distraction, everything a distraction, in the shallowness of my heart. Ennui, a window\u2019s reflection. Sadness bored with itself. Joy with frayed edges. Overripe fruit.…<\/p>\n