the balcony

Fog is hugging me blind and sweet today

And a finch calls out from beyond the trees.

Love’s collecting on the windowsill gray,

And the sun peaking out is such a tease.

Time steadfast, navy blue washes over

So that the moon can take on full presence.

Speckles of bright white float out like kosher.

I number my days here by half crescents.

If my eyes lull, the meteors shower

Like they did nearly seven years ago.

In that place where sweet things turned from sour,

I feel my wavelength hit heavy plateau.

May I never run away from myself.

May I run back onto the balcony.