reversals, returning, dreaming into being.
reflecting on spring
in an instant, everything can change.
the culmination of years of disjointed parts can become a fully formed entity.
years of scattered pieces coalescing to become an entirely new life.
bits from a collection of dreams becoming a reality.
that’s what spring has been…
reflections from autumn and winter.
there’s a war outside and i start remembering all the poets before me who lived through wars and the poets that lived before them.
and before there was written language, there were songs.
and there were drums and stomps and claps.
and the chirping of the birds. the rattle of snakes.
and we shouted and grieved and gave our rage to the fire.
and we hugged and made love with our hearts.
we honored our dead.
we celebrated our living.
when did it stop feeling magical?
or when did you stop noticing the magic?
when did you lose your ability to hold the complexities and the nuance and the shadows and the vibrance?
when did you put it all down just to split yourself in half?
the polarization is so extreme that it needs extremes to create integration or at least some form of collision.
war touches us all.
it’s genocide.
it’s ecocide.
it’s suicide.
killing off each other and killing off our humanity.
making bets of when nuclear obliteration will come with the touch of a button on a screen.
we don’t even gamble with shame anymore.
- untitled, from my notes app (march 2026)