I see them in the clouds.

I see them in the cracks on the sidewalk.

When I’m at the supermarket, they are in the squeak of the cart.

They’re there in my car.

And there in my shoes.

In my radio, or magazine, or book.

I hear them with the click of my keys.

I see them when I blink.

Try as I might for some moments away, they’re everywhere I go.


Finally she sleeps

It turns out, that’s OK.