Navigating Lost

a stern distance. though softer maps. the same lost. in blunt bruises and soiled confessions.
the capacity for change stalls at her.

time is a cruel auditor. part virus. part vaccine.

the ocean has its grey. the sand has its red. distance like any predator stalks, then kills.

the particles. the unseen engine. candy-coated poisons in a sea of apologies.

the various shores. the curious islands we're willing to call home. long roads around water. steep inclines against the wind. a lazy math of conditions. a flawed psychology of inference. capitulating flesh unashamed.

the mountain is small. but the slope of it is sharp. the climb is ignorant. the downhill is wise. gravity always listens. time is usually deaf.

we follow the path.  letting nowhere find us. naively dropping our breadcrumbs. imagining they will be enough. to find our way back.