I Wonder

I Wonder I wonder If I’ve gone too far Exposing far more Of myself Without lnowing what The enquirer’s Have hidden About their own Grenades. Whike everyone Had some kind of Fog they clean to It seems that More often than not Those who look For bullets Try to hide the Machine guns Of lies they sling. But the moon offers So much hope Yet I facing The drying leaves Of mortality Know That the only Option I have Is Just a quiet Acceptance That I’ve found Life to be A movie — Could the film Be mine If I never Directed it! I’ve done much Out of grief For what I’ve never had. I fill canyons With dust Which is to say Nothing is filled. I’ve come to expect Tears behind The pale Image of the moon Being erradecated Quite like my feelings. I sometimes want To move So far from home, Or any home I’ve known. 7.28.24.