Not Necessarily Northward

It’s a long way down when all the knots we’ve tied have come undone
– Gin Blossoms, Follow You Down

::

Did you see the sky? 
Stained gunmetal gray and silent, 
violet edges murmuring empurpled 
phrase. This phase 

we’re in is fleeting, 
I think. We dabble. We drink. 
We drain our tired selves of words, 
a haze of thought 

untethered. We’ve weathered 
too much to ask the compass her own
thoughts, pierced her needle to our 
skin and trimmed 

the map. One lap around 
the sun, and perhaps our wings 
will last. But you’re too fast for 
me. See? We’re out 

of sync.
There’s a breeze behind all this, I think – 
it’s taken things the other way. Not for
nothin’, love. But you said you’d stay. 

::
In April, she poems.