How do I explain
The significance of white jet trails against the blue/pink sky
Or winter coats blowing in on an autumn breeze?
Aboard an impending train,
Hope is the rumbling whisper
Of what is to come, the electric hum of
I lean to the ground, listening to
Patterns mapped against radio static, wondering
Why the cat hacked a hairball on my car.
The world rages on, pushed to violence
By men of good intent; in an empty hotel room
I reach out, the sudden need to
Touch something warm.
When everything succumbs to fuzz,
Let’s remember the days when…