2022-11-27 #writing/poetry #poem-a-day
approximating wakefulness these days I find myself searching for a thread of light. i look in shadows between the cracks of sidewalks and the city is shrouded in fog again across the way. a year ago i didn’t know what threads were let alone seek out sewing like a starving rat looking for crumbs. I practiced looking and sewing became my art. now a pair of birds are dovetailing, chasing themselves through the air like an impassioned soul chasing their dream. through turns, through storm clouds, through the dinosaurs of the future and the rockets rising from the past.