Stellar Imagery

You, you, my foundation, my bulwark, my shelter in the storm You have cracks I did not see when first we met Instability is your middle name, and Constant is your nemesis You are not the oak or sturdy tree, but the grass in the wind Swaying this way and that, in unison with all your neighbors You did not catch me when I stumbled and fell But rather you pushed with the winds, and I swayed Parallel and finally against the ground, and there you were Around me you swayed, in unison with all your neighbors And I looked on, betrayed and fallen down You were not as sturdy a foundation as I'd believed Rather you pushed over what I'd built with your currents The grassy ocean seemed too wide and very strong once I let persuasion sway me, with you, in unison with all our neighbors Until I realized it was easy to pull up grass by the roots And I fled on the wind to kinder fields and bluer skies

There is a haze over the city Like dirty glass or old headlights It makes the buildings look old And tired The mountains are a faded photograph Dusted with white Like the memories you keep In your attic It is a cardboard box day Throwing off dust and nostalgia Finding things you forgot And learning Contrast tells a story These remnants in the box Show who you were to who you've become It's startling There is a haze over these memories Like dirty windows or aged glass Some days it makes me feel old Or just tired