I don’t pretend anymore
to be flying or climbing or moving anywhere but here
it used to be me in my head
fighting everything outside what my eyes could see
if I didn’t see it, it didn’t exist
but there is movement
and the shuffling sound of hearts moving on
or getting old
or both

I have a friend who is stuck in a memory
it makes him strong and weak at once
I wonder when I’ll hear him walking along whistling
in a carefree sort of way

the possibility of change scares me
it’s happened before and it will happen again
now, there is motion without movement
even standing still will get you somewhere

mostly I wait for words to appear
and stare at the sky in anticipation
watching for some sort of destruction
if it happens it’s coming from above

I think it happened already though
from the ground up
because no one walks around whistling
and no one cares

- Jared