normalcy

waiting behind the slowest train

i ever in my life have seen.

rusted orange and rickety,

inching along precariously.

never have organically

encountered a black bear, yet

two blur in periphery

this single leaden slate-grey week. 

experienced five monumentally

catastrophic events on a random Tuesday.

we fight about how i've been busy

fighting harder with other things.

recall a song, spontaneously,

that called me deeper from

the days when i was newer,

when the water was much warmer,

feather lands on the shoulder

of whom adopted my anointing,

after hovering

and glimmering —

suspended, quite unusually. 

enter again my body.

adjusting to the new tone

you don't mind to take with me. 

and you look so striking.

so different, very suddenly. 

face has changed, inexplicably

since last i knew you well.

and none of it's connected

by spirit yokes or red string.

some things are not where i left them,

and they never will be. 

and none of it means anything —

just the way i like it.