The Finale

The Finale

Let’s be clear—I’m here
Naked and molding
Into the ground 
My amygdala was shot
Out of the cannon 
Into the sky
For the last time
Maybe I’ll stay
Maybe I’ll fly away
Come see this retiree
Confident and quite sure
He has nowhere to be



Z

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No Ocean

No Ocean

Doesn’t matter how far
you could go away from me—
I’d still have you.
You’d still have me.
Even if we were to never see
each other again,
one thing I know for certain:
No ocean could keep us apart.


Z

The Smile I Found

The Smile I Found

A smile came to me 
on the other side of the trees
after I flew over the stony wall

today, in a daydream
Thank you, dear pilot
for taking me in your helicopter
to meet a special tour guide
I thought I always knew

We walked about and explored
the colors I’d never seen
until the pilot shouted
C’mon, we must leave
I looked back, as I ran—

so scared I wouldn’t remember
the details of my tour guide’s face
Then, I received an indelible smile
to carry away from my new favorite place


Both my last blog post called Puddle of Gold and today’s came from weird, awesome dreams I have been having. I love when I manage to remember and, hopefully, write down my dreams. Like the face of the tour guide, I often find many details of my dreams to be a bit blurry, but not all of them. Also, I was thinking about the difficulty I can have remembering the face of I person I find intriguing, not long after we have met. I am going to keep trying to remember my dreams.

Z