Filaments

poem

Photo by Angela Handfest, courtesy of Unsplash.com.

I am going to draw on love today

pull it up with both fists

from the forgotten places it hides

and me, forgetting

gonna treat it like a god

like a fix

I’m gonna get through this doom

catch a bus to the empty park

one town over, find that tree

The one with the slim, low-

hanging limb that does its own 

bouncy thing near the ground

I need to merge with babylike wonder

there on the cool grass, seeing only gemstones–

those everdarting collisions of sun, leaves

and breeze that appear where my face ends