Meet Me Where You’re Going

**I’m going through another Cloud Cult obsession. This, coupled with my continuing need to write poetry all the time has resulted in frantically trying to keep up good grades. But what is homework in the face of life?!

Round moon sits still at dawn

telling snow to stay,

telling the earth

it is not ready

to move.

At mindfulness

thoughts of you bubbled up

and left me

over, over


splitting off in sparky

molten dream orbs

toward the frosted windows.

Tiny symbols chink.

I rise, touching my calloused soles 

to the wood floor of

this winter cocoon.

Where are you going.

Our orbits mock each other

soon silent and full up

with gravity.

I try to brave,

letting us hold.


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