Fresh Air

i

Quiet in my barroom corner
the occasion got to me

and words exited their
cave desperate for a deep
well;

the situation was severe
but they lacked severity and
hung loose

in the early morning air.

ii

the travellerlooked
untrustworthy, stood

in-camera calling
into question the

images of each moment.

iii

I felt an idea disappear
after a slight distraction,

felt it refract out of reach
when I sought to reclaim it,

and become something else.