Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

Lost In A Crowd

Isn't enough to sit, and just listen?
What I learn, voiceless, I long
to belong to something
that does not wish to reciprocate.
I long to remember the purpose
of this aching container
in a maze of avenues I once knew.
It's all new, or
are the maps spun so
a boy cannot find home?
Isn't enough to watch a parade
pass me by, ignore yearning
to participate, sound a horn
for loving spectators, when
it's just a spectacle I'm viewing.

Lost in a crowd of strangers,
the strangest of all
acts like a fool, wanting.
When the street hides in black,
snow gently falling,
I wander out to find youth.
Memory of where I've been
suddenly becomes true.
And because you haven't learned
the secret of a pale moon
hovering my cold avenue,
ears connected to a heart
hear again
without the din of you.


5.14.22

as is, for now