Castaway

A Poem

Photo by Beaver Fernandez on Unsplash

all i wanted —
whatever i wanted,
did it even matter?

and there are hopeless misdirections
in a never-ending story,
gone to a wind that’s never undone
(never undone, never undone, never undone)

i looked in pages upon pages,
flipping through them,
casting away —

and i thought i knew something,
i thought i knew everything,
but i knew nothing

and there’s something to be said
for unknowable circumstances
and there’s something to be said
for unknowable whims and vices

(look up at the sky,
look up at the sky
and see, see, see)

i caught petals in my hands
and thought they were gold —
but they were nothing
but tarnished relics

of something else

(something else i didn’t want to name)

and i wanted nothing more than to say
i was something more than this nothing
i became…