So many words,
so many thoughts,
the problem lies
in picking one.
Try to grab a star
out of the sky,
or a handful
of the ocean,
Even if it can be done,
what do we do then,
with this thing in our possession?
What purpose does it serve?
Are we
just meddling with things
we don’t understand?
Every word a power.
Every sound a spell.
Every touch a story.
Every look a tell.
Looking at the empty ocean,
a sky as black as Hell,
I keep returning
and drawing from the well.
HG – 2021
