methylmology

you’re on my mind like
skin on photographic film,
searching
for a place to house these thoughts.
ephemeral that field burnt orange
and mundane, lost
in a midnight haze of
nervous youth — a pale light
plum purple dusk and shy,
fluttering like stars burning
far too close to their
horizons. i learned that day
that mountains ache, their
burden slowly fading to the
wind; with every
step they take awaits
the sea.

we sat and claimed defeat; we watched
as leaves stood still and
silent in the depth of time, yet willows
creaked and tossed
and turned the other cheek.
from humble love, a love so humble
shapes and sculpts these
words like clay: these blessings
counted, they are mine.