When a House Looks Inside

The left brain says, make a plan.

Photo by James Lee on Unsplash

I’m running out of things to say.
I’ve told you all that I know
of cycles and circles
and dream language.

The left brain says, make a plan.
The right brain says,
don’t make a plan for anything.

We are drips that make our own path
down a pane of civilized glass.

Remember how I packed our things
at the end — big things first
and then the small wet things.

Remember the growing up
and growing old; the places
where we breath together,

scorch the land
with a magnifying glass,
take the lives of fragile things

until the clouds revoke our power
and we continue our descent,
free of plans, free of regret.

©️ Trapper Markelz 2022