Sequence

and
so
it was
like nature.
it came like some kind
of new imagination or
at least like some kind of lawless reawakening,
and i was left there for dead, understandably exhausted in the wake of it all,
but nothing is really written of death, not to me.
of pain—yes. loss—definitely.
but this was not that.
this was, well,
nature,
and
so


Day #29 of #nationalpoetrymonth | Cover image: Jametlene Reskp