“with the birds i share this lonely view…” a.kiedis

by essayan hart

i know too many people
lightly
this can make a person lonely

i memorize handshakes
judgements
a new friend’s taste in shoes

with so many oceans to explore
the mind grows confused
inactive

i cast a critical eye on each horizon
and root my feet in the sand

this is not the path to enlightenment
illusions
too many to bear witness

i scan the surface
always
grasping at the winter air

a familiar hand
etched in hope
or in memory

stills the tides

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