Change

Maybe this time when I

look in the mirror I

won’t see a face

that’s so far from my own.

Maybe on a closer

inspection detection

of the differences

fade away.

In my mind I’ve got

some static frame from

some film that’s

never played.

And the man in there

never moved – he soothes.

He’s always from

a distant day.

But the light I hold

should fade away.

I’d never want to be

forever unchanged.

Because imprinted on my wake,

handfuls of birds strewn across

a lake.

I won’t see their beaks because

I can’t stay awake.

–

Mind is swirling with

northern lights, my pith

won’t stay quiet it will

never not shift.