Writing

I am one…

I am one with the land.

I am one with the sea.

I am one with the animals.

I am one with the trees.

I go through weeks like I do sheets of paper, or hair ties, or poems. 

I use them all up but I can't remember what I wrote. 

Years are like that too. Someone asks what I did last Monday 

Words slip through my fingertips

every so often.

Experiences in foreign countries,

meeting new people, and even falling in love—

all boiled into delusion.

They tell me their stories

All the fun here and there

They tell me their lessons

What they chose to hear

They tell me their worries

Max stopped dead, in front of her “Felicity— this is a bad place to freeze!” He said guarding her

“City, move!” Payton said grabbing her arm

“All of the sudden I want to uhh go somewhere else” Max said, putting himself in front of his sister and Payton.

“Whatever’s out there, or… whoever’s out there, say your name!”