1/20/20: Why Not Write About The Weather?

because the border

between snow and rain has been

well explored

1/19/20: Waking Elsewhere

dreaming

of journeys—a star’s light,

never lost

another noise

you only hear when you

expect silence

without hands

my watch—and time—no longer

wave but stare

one river into

the heavens—too weak to take

a single line

couldn’t have come

from anticipation,

longing, or boredom

had I known I

was typing to the future

I might’ve tried harder