Reid@YWP

There is // no tomorrow // blue sky drowning and leftover questions // through the snow, an end is distinguished // where so many divert their paths, paving into the ground // ice is all that’s left, this is how the cliff is found // if

i don't know who i am

nor do i think i ever will

but

i want to be so much.

i want to be a poet,

carefully nurturing

then raising and sharing,

the sustenance of the soul.

because i was exhausted and cranky 
and it was too late in the week to be walking home 
and because texas was threatening to rain all over us, especially me. 

I keep checking 
the places happiness once sat, 

like a pocket 
I’ve already turned inside out.