I woke this morning
And my first thought
was “I am whole. I am
Magical again.”
I walked the streets and thought
Of them
The people I want to see
The words we left unspoken
The broken strings
With threads still
Trailing on the ground.
I drank my coffee
In my favorite cafe
With a book of
My favorite poems
And wrote my prophecy:
“Saule’s plan for
World domination”
As I do every day.
The heavy caffeinated whispers
Creeping down my spine
The headache of an addict
Too far from her source.
The uniforms of wannabe creators
World-shakers, astronauts.
I do not desire to rhyme
I do not desire to make sense.
Too Far From the Sun 