restless

The days have been disorienting 

Weeks start and end with seasons 

Taking time for granted 

Granting time to snip untied knots 

Crinkled toes stuffed into someone else’s shoes 

Broken in someone else’s path 

While their narrow footprint shames me with each misstep



The dogs that I watch follow me like I’m their mother

When I cross the street to oncoming traffic 

They remain loyal at my heel 

They’d leave their mother to die with a stranger 

I thought they’d know better


How come I wake to broken pieces 

The hurricane waits till I rest to roar 

Knowing nothing can take me