I was dragged back into the world
Filled to the brim with pollen
And every time I opened my mouth
Pollen drifted out in a floating stream

Walk past the wildflowers
Clinging to rusted railings
Looking out onto crumbling tarmac and car exhaust
Streets must be censored
They are overflowing with houses brimful to sky
With dysfunctional people
My suitcase grumbles at the dirt I am wheeling it over
Week by week these repeated journeys are wearing it thin

sky has been imagining slow swirling star patterns
mazing from cloud to cloud, star touching star
dreaming delicate points, faces like lace
floating through white soft silence