Watching you turn
into every other thing.
Never once fell in
with the motion,
always changing trajectories.
Erratic,
unstable.
Perhaps not what I thought you were.
The constant change
leads me to believe
that you may not know, yourself.
What’s it like to be a puzzle?
Putting yourself together
one piece at a time.
Taking bits of different pictures
you encounter
and creating a single,
unified
mosaic image.
Uncommon,
even amongst the uncommon.
Idiosyncratic,
so difficult
to plot your next destination.
Here and there,
and maybe even
nowhere.
One position,
juxtaposed onto another.
Mournful and celebratory
in the same breath.
Something potentially destructive,
but beautiful.
You wage a war
against mediocrity
by your mere existence.
Unable to be tied,
caught,
or geolocated.
Not a bug,
but a feature.
Something that doesn’t work
like it was designed,
but better as it is.
Best left alone,
because anomalies like you
often resolve themselves.
The story writes you out,
despite your tiny cult following.
Maybe one little thing
that you have done
might make a difference
in your asynchronous orbit.
Changing the ebb and flow
of the system.
It must be so lonely
to be something
so singular.
So it is.
HG – 2022
