Promised myself I would never peep under the ochre sheets
of those loud southern sunsets, never pick at that old dream
still smelling like stale wisterias under a blue husk.
Look where my heart has gone again,
and again and again and again
to those salty words you said in a sleepy cedar forest,
tied me forever to the seawinds, that here and now,
I’m afraid I may actually be empty
like an ashy tree hollowed out by snow
but I’ll find folds to bury this moment so I may never find it again.
In response to Discover Challenge Here and Now