Moments that meant something
Even when I thought they didn’t — then.
A practice in mindfulness never endeavored,
Only memories as evidenced by my trusty pen.
And I know limerence flitted somewhere in my mind
So painful but oh look, how I’ll respond in kind!
I lunged through early morning shadow woods
High on life, or as the hicks say, “tripping on acid.”
And that’s with nary a wink or shuteye or sleep
My revolutionary ideas — none too placid.
A scheme! A scheme! On how to confess a lover
‘Tis my breadth of life, ’tis my ultimate fodder.
And when I bantered with my friend into the night
The cards and psychedelic music meant — game on!
And sometimes in my absurdist state
I’d stare at her ceiling and catch whereupon,
A whiff of the air that for once isn’t home
But in someone else’s where my soul will roam.
So, right…that staring contest with the ceiling?
I did that too, in days lovelorn’d.
Till I remembered there existed a world outside me
While I lie and lay, sat and scorned.
All these unprecedented jubilees — what is the scope of their power?
But they’re all I have, and they I revisit in my darkest hour.