In the dullen mire
Sticking to walls
Hearing voices
And the rising tide
Greets new surfaces
Previously unsalted
Give thanks
Sing bless
And know
Change means somewhere
Something
Someone
Some other thing than your sense of peace
Has to go
Rowan Blair Colver
Abstract Nothing
When all else is out of focus
But the abstract presence of nothing
Within something that we must strain to see
When the pull of the blanket
Of eternal lightless paradise of gloom
To not be drawn in on hands and knees is strong
Like the little lost chicken alone in the wilds
Some cave of pitch darkness seems a good place to hide
But someday in the future it will starve or drown and be eaten
Better to just keep moving
Until everything becomes more clear
Just keep walking, my dear.
Rowan Blair Colver