Poetry – Page 2 – Skeleton At The Feast

Window Shopping

Let me have this life, I think.

There’s a list for everything.

“Those strange few times I see beyond shaped dome….”

When they talk about “faith to move mountains” –

I can’t swim, only overflow these banks –

The question’s already been asked or at least, answered –

Used or unused?

The truth is, some of us fall towards things, and some of us fall away…

Some things are best handled obliquely, like a cat avoiding scritches.

Uncertainty as practice – a valuable skill.