What It Feels Like When I

i can be taken
by a stretching yellow meadow
a flickering shadow
a moon deep in the sky
over a farmer’s field
a fiddle and lap steel guitar
muggy nights
a flock of birds moving in unison
alongside a dirt road
as i fly by in my parent’s car
windows open,
thinking and feeling
heart exploding
into millions of little pieces.

Isn’t Sad

not quite up and at ’em
but feeling pretty alright
considering the night sweats,
warp speed emotions,
and all those moments i somehow missed.

i see the spiral in the pattern
and it leads to a center
soft and intricate
like an etching of a nest,
ready and pursuitful
but without the hatching eggs.

and that isn’t sad,
it’s actually very pretty.