Log -3: Overstay

The door slams

Behind my back

Driveway pebbles puncture the soles

Of my worn sneakers

Daybreak and dusk look the same

To my naked vision

I don’t see

When I press the heels

Of my hands into my eyes

Overgrown weeds scratch

My ankles as my feet drag

Forward

Supported in my wakeful loneliness

Watercolor winds

Tangle my hair

The cool weight of metal

Stiff in my pocket

Cracked screens become me

Until I disappear

Into clear skies and patchy greens

Exploring is one foot in a new direction

Becoming is standing still

For one beat