July 8, 2025

rewilding in the #uspol

maybe i've gone feral
again
slinking around back
for sustenance
leaving my seat
at the table

maybe i never
found a way
in polite conversation
what counts
is everyone
as bored as me

maybe i learned
to play a passing game
i saw
what it takes
too tired
too fake

the pendulum
swings
me
in and out
and out
and out

so many years
and i'm still here
looking
for the nearest exit sign
with a book in hand
turning to words

and birds

give me a peanut
for my pocket
a crow willing to talk
some back and forth
beyond this human
calamity

maybe i've gone
feral again
but then
the only true
wilderness is
the other

give me ducks
on a neighbor's grass
seagulls
shrieking over the path
a poem in my mouth
to chew on