“He wears a Fanny Pack and he’s into mycology”

Poetry

I’m taking up poetry for a bit. I’m not sure for how long. I’m not sure what I write will be any good. I’m not sure what it might awaken in me. With that said, I want to spend more time in my creative energy so I’m giving it a shot.

Here goes nothing.

Awaken

we walk together
silently
you, slightly ahead
me, somewhere below
with every step
you drift forward
above the ground
i feel
your unease
i feel the distance
both traveled and ahead
i wait
for you to awaken