poem-

I don’t want to think about that right now-
I want to listen to my open window
I want to listen to the street
I want to hear the wind blowing the tops of the trees
I want to smell the air
I can hear the pushing wind driving into the leaves that are left over
from the winter drop
I wonder why they hung on

-M. Taggart
copyright 2018

Odd Walking Thoughts – Don’t, tell, us.

Every now and then 3 a.m. visitsĀ us at 5 p.m. the next day- and we can already feel ourselves going back. Sweat drenched thoughts running in circles. Is it only us, or how many more? it’s not fine, we take air, but never tell ourselves to think of the breathing. They say to concentrate on it. Rip another hole and climb as deep as you can and struggle within the new hole until the scratching pain of now relieves.

-M. Taggart

copyright 2017