My mind soars  over a landscape outside  and within,  my body a topographical map of freckles and stretch marks  stretching toward purpose  that can only be found  nestled in the quiet of sleeping autumn leaves  of stubborn fungi  grasping to the remnants  of warm summer days  bracing for the cold that will pluck them  from…

Among the Morning Shadows

I wish I could exist  among the morning shadows, nestled in a bed of moss guarded by mushrooms where life doesn’t keep unspooling like the slack of an anchor thrown into the ocean.