Adrift
November 2, 2020Poems by David Meischen
Beside her, the vase swallows her own shadow.
Beside her, the vase swallows her own shadow.
We seek the ocean to find the edge of ourselves.
if i blink, then open my eyes, i am a kaleidoscope of slivers, all pink.
Call it a microcosm or just let it stand for as long as it stands, for as long as it takes your attention and care.
Every purchase must be tracked to dispel any ugly merchant tricks and ensure that our meager tips were never misread.
Running was a secret identity known only to my closest family—with me donning spandex tights to go for early morning jogs.
Sometimes I felt an unnameable foreboding—a harbinger that my easy state of grace was beginning to slip away.