Round

The moon goes round the earth, tilted
but not for me. Storms come in
one cloud
at a time as people
float in and out of my life, flotsam floating
out of sight.

Living in the nots we are but leaves
floating
aimlessly so leave the dirt
behind as the earth tilts towards
another winter, another spring
out of nowhere.

We are all but visitors, sojourning
through where we think
we ought to reside
sometimes thinking forward, often
looking backward.

Or perhaps we are visions, soldiering
as we can, knowing
the world ends
when we’re dead and yet
clinging to the gift of possible.

Sometimes there is no deeper meaning and
a rose is just a flower.
So we petal through
wondering what it all matters,
even if we are just matter.

My name is Phillip. I live in North Carolina with my wife of 11 years and 3-year-old son, and at least for the next year, I’m on the right side of 40. (Both the interstate and existence, in years). I am a Tar Heel born and bred, and watch every Yankees game I can. My goal is to visit all 30 MLB stadiums in the next 10 years. I’ve been to 5 so far! Obviously I enjoy writing, but I also enjoy watching and reading sci-fi. I’m slowly attempting to finish my first novel, a “humorous” sci-fi romp which may be finished one day. I am a Doctor Who obsessive and choose Star Trek over Star Wars.

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