longer cooler nights
invite me to the writing
here
in a dark room
this bright white screen
drowns out all else
i do not know
what to write about tonight
mind churns
looking for themes
my shortened attention span
grasps at fragments
poems i want to write
but do not sit still
long enough to catch
mind turning over
visions of other
possible realities
imagining fruit trees
for every season
walking along streets
banked with snow
fingers cold
toes tingling
wondering about hot dusty roads
and air conditioned cafes
there is something brewing,
she said
something big is on the way,
he told me
i don’t know what it is
there are words
there have always been
there always will be
with questions:
which ones to share
and which ones to caste forth
who to send them to
and who to hide them from
there are always words
and there is always winter
beckoning with a promise
a wondering
of how to find warmth
it is autumn now
a time for falling
open
learn to open again
learn to invite
remember what it is
to bask in heat
to cast it
back and forth
in words
in the dark
