Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

eternal harvest

you remind me, tell me the narrative
over and over. but, somehow
I can't learn the story, because
I have lived what is real.

on your autumnal trails traversed,
what seems a lifetime ago,
I looked for you in the trees, clutched
what you gave the ground.

on my autumn harvest, remnants of decay
fed a fool looking for truth,
now only despises your lies
everlasting.

what could I know about what you know,
if you keep spinning
on an invisible axis, rotating away
from one true fire?

you remind me, I'm ignorant
of the truth you hold away from my prying eyes,
unable to detect
any true evidence.

at the solstice, washed in enveloping ice,
I persist throughout many cruel winters,
dreaming love, how my life
would be re-inspired
another equinox.


6.24.21

What do I know: raw feelings with description but no true aim to understand why I feel this way, still learning as I am investigating your truths to separate the fat from the good, lean meat (truth).