Landscape

It’s a cold morning, and I’m here,
Surveying the damaged landscape.
Looking for signs of life, looking for something to salvage.
Looking for salvation.

It isn’t good, I know.
I see my dreams, they’re falling fast.
But this, this I can handle.
I’ve seen this before.

When things aren’t going my way,
You know, when my back’s against the door,
That’s when I feel comfortable,
When I can find my way through, through, and out.

This, this I can do.

The colder climate in Ottawa was something I truly loved, and still do, a few thousand miles away. This was about what fuels me then, and really, even still.

i think it might show

walking down this sidewalk
i see something fresh, i see something new
i see something i think might change me, something that might change you
i see tomorrow, i see yesterday, i see today, i see my downfall
i see nothing, i see nothing at all

can i say, can i say i'm sorry now
for maybe i've shared something i have no right to
maybe i've said something wrong somehow
it seems i've stumbled, it seems i'm falling low
it seems i'm breaking apart, and i think it might show

i know now what i was ignorant of then
i know which way the world turns and exactly where i've been
i don’t know which step to take next, or in which shoe
i think that’s the funny part, after all
don’t you?

Something I wrote after a long hiatus from writing. My first poem in Ottawa, also.