i thought
once i got up there
i would be carried
away
but unfortunately
i just got
carried
over

am i breathing
or am i drowning.
i can’t tell
the difference
or
maybe i don’t
want to.

-j

(i am) this moment in time.
yesterday is spent
and tomorrow has yet
to be painted.

(i am) three miles high
and five levels
deep – and
(you are) stretched
on the surface of my
humanity
like a canvas
thirsty for paint.

(the sky) sends love.

-j

This is what it feels like

when you are the tree

and i am the rock.

-j