Does It Have To Make Sense?
because often it doesn’t…
does it have to make sense?
any of it?
the written words
the unsung songs my mind hums
the pause between the silence that nudges me to listen
the gentle knock of wind on my window
the desire to outrun my thoughts
the longingness to go back in time and get stuck there when it rained incessantly and I caught the whiff of banana fritters