YWP

I need pretty things; 

I need the Lumineers singing 

about flowers on vinyl, and 

I need stained glass bubbles twinkling 

in the window, and 

to see my poetry scrawled in 

Hey. So, it’s me. Like always. Also, it’s 12:30. I’m sure you’ll remember that, like always, I would love to be able to sleep. Maybe you’ll just give me another hour or two? See, I had things to do. Poetry. A portfolio.

The portal opens in those fleeting moments that feel like they are about to crescendo, about to climb the final step to see over the mountain top.

There are some in this world who long to be gargoyles 

grotesques and Gorgons with rough, jagged claws 

hides thick and tough as stone 

The sky wears billowing gowns, layers

Upon layers of silk fluttering

With the breeze, and

She dances in it with ease, never

Tripping or stumbling but