moorings

days pass like salt and pepper, politely across tables. i flick fine grains over my shoulder to ward the devil from my side.

these certain revoloutions. palpably poignent. like boats we dance around our moorings. changing perspective with the wind.

the early morning light shines rainbows through the percipitation. I am every colour reflected in the trick of an eye. I savour each hue licked from fingers. I am a vessel for every emotion passed through bodies long abandoned. I am a switchboard for wisdom so ancient it outlives words.

my soul rests in other realms.
yet i am wholly of this earth.

these paradoxes are comforting.
i navigate by the stars.