On the one hand
a whisper of cosmic air
un-cupped from oblivion.
On the other
a weighty cloud of
fat, salt, and sweetness.
Taken together, all of it
crumbles against the teeth and
calls forth stallions of
power to transform it into
some future self.
Such power?
Yes.
In a world so reluctant
to move on and so
unwilling to hold still
this one thing
we hold is
holding us.
Grey Sparrow Journal 