It’s not as if
I’ve ever wanted
more
than to write
so I do now
on a plane
as it lurches
into the sky
through clouds
that bump
anxiety
into the open –
and I promise
whatever god’s
at hand
to do better –
inhabit my life
and understand
the yawn
and ache
of it.
This poem was originally published in Artist Profile Issue 55, 2021.
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