poets – Page 14 – Thistle Thoughts

An Update from the Sickbed + Poems

The end of summer is making sure I feel it.

my wrath
drains crimson
down the bath

Flashes of lightning
illuminate you,
and I turn away
lest I cry.

I have learned to be glad
for the things I’ll
never understand

What about
when the heart knocks back?

I feel transformational

This year most of
the world walked
a bit in my
self-isolation moccasins

Understanding
isn’t something
I can grovel for

Yes, there are dark corners
to cling to

I want to call you up
and say that every
movie I watch lately
stars you.