One day you will tell yourself

You had no idea

(And trees will be blue)

And you’ll be surrounded

By things you can’t imagine


Overwhelming, yes

Possible outcomes

And yes I do feel all of them

Tugging on me

And the “me” that I named

Has to choose

Isn’t that right?

There are no problems

There are no solutions

Pain is not a punishment

Pleasure is not a reward

It’s important to be messy

It’s important to know how

to clean the slate

It’s important to wake up and

listen to the way

the snow changed the air

It’s important to blur

the edges of me

dissolve, when possible,

into everything else