I am a million eyes from home,
walking like a Moon-ensnared Sunbeam
on his way through the Sky, Westward,
but originating East.
I've got my coffee grounds,
my sunglasses, my flowers.
I'm a thousand Suns who died,
were resurrected, brought to life.
I think of you sometimes.
Mostly thoughts encircle me
like vultures in the Sky,
when the Sun achieves dominion
and I am baked in the sands of hollow laughter.
What is this between us if not
joy's divisive quality given arena
to wreak havoc of Stars?
I am a million eyes.
I'm home.
10/12/2016
Richmond