Sunday, November 23, 2025

Collisions of Matter

Suspending disbelief 
Twirling starlight in my hand
Reaching for infinity 
And a way to understand 
Why things never go as planned 

Maybe there just aren't enough
Hours in the day
To wrap the world around me
Or collect all of the stray 
Thoughts scattered in the fray 

Grounding here instead  
Feeling sunlight on my skin 
Grasping fleeting seconds 
Trying to hold on to when 
The world wasn't so quick to spin

Perhaps I am just tired 
Worn out bones all start to creak
Gather dirt around me
For what else is there to seek 
But warm hands to stroke my cheek?

Bury me in waves of
Collisions of matter 
Release one more breath now
With a reticent clatter 
Succumb to life and watch the air scatter