Fictions in Motion

A Poem

Photo by Hassan OUAJBIR on Unsplash

color the rainbow
and taste the rain
up on high —
soft like sorrow,
cast in laughter,
won like a whisper

and there’s little i could do
but be held in some high regard

and there’s little i could do
but be trampled in some dust storm

(let’s not be so serious)

a hundred thousand letters
go out into a void —
but which way would they fall?

like a scatter of leaves,
like a mess of synapses,
like a kiss of kindness —
oh, there’s something to behold now

i don’t believe in fate,
i don’t believe in second chances,
and i don’t believe in art made real —
but something sparks and lights and fires

(something sparks and lights and fires)

and i like the way
moments shape other moments

and i like the way
hope tries to find a way regardless