There is
No lake
No mountain or
Space for the answers
I require
From the earth
My moon is
empty
Spurned
Fired up then forgotten
Asteroids pass me, lit with a blazing fire
I am connected to the earth
yet I am not
I was or, actually, I might’ve imagined that part
I sometimes worry that if I asked life “why me”
It’d have good reasoning
Grab me by my collar, shove me into a casket and scream “why not?”
But still even weeds come in two
And so I get on my knees
My thick fingers
Grasping
Miles
Of unkept gardens
Rolly Pollies skittering
Across planes of my
Restless arms
I ask the world to grant
Me
a wish
But it sends me
Nothing
but doubt
Instead