Poem-A-Day: Day 9

See You Next Fall

I often wonder,
wander,
but always waver
ever so slightly.
Like particle acceleration
not really moving,
but shaking back
and forth
so fervently,
feverishly,
falsely,
that if I was photographed
under a long exposure,
you could see movement,
but no emotion.
Exposure,
I’m usually exposed
in some way
or another:
fly down
hair disheveled,
naked
and drunk
passed out face up
on a pile
of clean laundry,
or just being
a loud mouth
like normal.
It’s funny to think,
travel,
and trip along the way.

At least I can get up
without professional medical help.