Couldn’t Think What to Say

A Poem

A menacing awareness can embrace you no matter how you’ve descended to the floor

Stopping at every hurdle to count the freedom beyond as if it could make an accurate chart

Winded and sleeping less torn by whatever fixes the sky

A hunting has begun but what side of prey you’re sitting on isn’t immediately clear

Turned out of the empty schoolhouse a wasteland of a playground and your ideas for fixing things scatter like cattails destroyed

J.D. Harms 2020