Some Days

I want to lay myself down,

like the simple object

of a transitive verb.

I want to have picked

myself up, only to have

laid myself down.

Both mind and body.

While the rest of me —

goes with the wind

touching the leaves.

Tethered, green,

and free.

Where You Are

You want to be

in two places at once,

or two strong people

each want you

in their places.

Something about this

rips out your lungs.

Though you have two,

they’re connected.

Breathe,

until you settle

all where you are.

He’d found a pic of a WWI
soldier who looks just like him.
It explains a lot, he says.

Why he dreams of helicopters.
Always felt old. And that was only
our first year of college.

At the time, reincarnation,
just as a concept,
was enough to change us.

I feel sad.

That’s ok.

Makes sense.

(And if it didn’t?)