Longing

Like limbs between cotton sheets. Longing like cracked windows as the night seeps in. Longing like eyes wide before the light claims another sky unfolding to chance. Longing.

How do I teach this heart to long for what’s right?

Stop seeking balance on shifting waves and stark midnight wind. Stop licking love off of the backside of condensation. Fingertips warm against the chill of night.

Seeking. Seeking. Seeking.

Right beyond the horizon. I can taste it. Just out of sight.

I can taste it.

Sit, my heart. Welcome hard plastic, this desk carved and worn. Grab my ruler, my chalk, my exasperation.

This, you see? This diagram. Logic and reprieve. You see?

She isn’t paying attention, eyes gazing towards the horizon. Always towards the horizon. Always towards what’s right beyond reach. Always seeking.

This, you see? It’s right in front of you. Just be still, my heart. What you need, it’s right in front of you. You see?

Eyes gazing, always towards the horizon. Always reaching, Just out of sight.

She can taste it.

The movie playing behind her eyes. The visions giving life to the horizon. Just out of sight.

I can taste it.