Feathers
Each thought is like a feather
Five million of them a day
weighing less than a pound
by the time my head hits the pillow.
And I sleep lightly tonight.
The elephant lifts gently off my chest
Circus headspace decorations
Hanging around inside my mind.
Like pockets full of dreamlands
and memories of my mother.
I'd like to wake up and remember
details from my ambient journey.
Little flickers that I find
vague and hazy remnants
negative exposures
from boxes in the basement.
Emotion packed in sepia
Forget the years I don't need.
Open about the fact
I'm afraid to remember
the early days.