Moving though
this vessel
like a symptom.
First here,
then there.
Opposed by nothing,
but distraction.
Things far away,
then closer.
Lit up like a guidepost,
coming through the fog.
Calming like redemption.
Nothing left
bobbing in the wake
at all.
Subtle treatments
admit
the cold will do
what it was intended to.
An outlet
for a tried and true
malaise.
Imagine what is out there
hiding in the future?
DJR – 2023
