silverwheel
Bluelighter
[written last night in a flurry]
My mind is buzzing;
some static energy, electric
humming around my ears
from an act as simple
as walking down my street,
like I was being pulled forward
through my own door:
a bare opening
I have walked through thousands of times,
yet this energy comes
to me as I am bloodshot
and bearded
from weeks of transience
and travel
in a circle intersecting borders
and cities
and expanses of land.
I walk through
and I am halted a single step in
as the room's smell hits me;
like a hound chasing a trail
I know where I am,
a bearing suddenly appearing,
not gentle or warming
but a savage force
that floods me
and leaves me raw.
And every detail
falls back into its
right place,
and in the flood
I know
that this is memory;
a scene that needs no photographs,
a scientist who needs no invention,
a wanserlust quenched,
a final chapter.
and the simple images
are frozen,
a passing moment that carries
the gravity of an ancient archetype
swallowing the present,
a scene I know I will remember
for years when the peace dissolves
into transience,
when departure comes from this moment.
I pray for sleep
to end the noise.
My mind is buzzing;
some static energy, electric
humming around my ears
from an act as simple
as walking down my street,
like I was being pulled forward
through my own door:
a bare opening
I have walked through thousands of times,
yet this energy comes
to me as I am bloodshot
and bearded
from weeks of transience
and travel
in a circle intersecting borders
and cities
and expanses of land.
I walk through
and I am halted a single step in
as the room's smell hits me;
like a hound chasing a trail
I know where I am,
a bearing suddenly appearing,
not gentle or warming
but a savage force
that floods me
and leaves me raw.
And every detail
falls back into its
right place,
and in the flood
I know
that this is memory;
a scene that needs no photographs,
a scientist who needs no invention,
a wanserlust quenched,
a final chapter.
and the simple images
are frozen,
a passing moment that carries
the gravity of an ancient archetype
swallowing the present,
a scene I know I will remember
for years when the peace dissolves
into transience,
when departure comes from this moment.
I pray for sleep
to end the noise.
