How the Light Felt

The moon cannot be shifted

I know this as well as you

If I’m gifted

Maybe it’s something I could do

The sky is flooded

With twisted birds

The pattern holds no purpose

But it works

I catch myself shrinking

From an outside perspective

And ask how the light felt

Before this

I’ve seen flowers

Bent at ugly angles

Killing hours

On the floor

Wires tangled

I catch myself shrinking

From an outside perspective

And ask how the light felt

Before this