Friday, February 5, 2021

Milpitas Wash Road

It's a matter
Of where you 
Place 
Your focus

And all I
Notice now
Is the crystal 
Underfoot 
On the gleaming
Desert floor

It is open
For the business
Of recall

No feeling's
Unrecorded
No thought is
Left behind

Though the light
Is far too shiny 
To be recognized

It inhabits me 
Every peaceful 
Completion
Each hard-earned 
Mistake

Is in the crackle
Underneath my toes

There's so much
That I wanted 
And never got

It is empty 
Here
And I am bursting