Monthly Archives: May 2026

If there is no wind in space,
how, then, might I use these dreamwings,
these eager try-ons?

As it is,
I trip and stumble
into crowding ghosts
who say I belong to them,
to come home.

On the roadway, I met an old man. As he walked toward me, and I to him, I thought to have us pass without a word, for his eyes were downcast and his shoulders slumped.

At the last moment, he looked up in acknowledgement, saying “It is spring!”, then gave a little chuckle, raising a fist in the air.

I smiled, and made as if to speak, but he shrank back, seemingly in fear of a conversation or in regret of his exclamation.

He had been walking more slowly than I, and with a limp, and so I admired him all the more for his perseverance.

Smiling once again, I let him pass. An afterthought made me look back quickly to check his progress, but he was no longer there.

As there were no houses in sight, only open fields, I stopped in wonder.

When I reached home, I saw that my hour’s walk had turned to two.