Geri

Like a tree 
nothing will 
s h a k e 
    me. 

Like a tree 
the wind blows through my hair. 

Shading me 
     into 
silhouette 

My happiness occurs 
sporadically 
erratically 

Not a constant 
Not a linear path 

Like dots scattered on graph paper 
No rhyme 
or reason

 

The light was too bright for me last night. My eyes turned red and watery. You were too much for me to fathom. Too much to take in all at once. I returned to my bed, bleary and burnt. Even the morning sun doesn’t have such an effect.

An owl asking: 

Who? 

Who? 

If not me, 

then you. 

If not you, 

then 

Who?