Outlines

Hidden in plain sight

The world is an outline

Of shapes I used to know

Like pulling ribbon

All of a sudden

The curtains draw back slow

Though I've been distracted

I am caught up in static

No more

Garden of eden

Lower your branches

For another year

I'm dust, unsettled

Until they reappear

Though my hands are prone

To trial and error

I'm crossing my fingers

For something to hold

I can't help but hope for brighter

Here in the shadows of letting go

God, may these good intentions

Be the outline of so much more

When I breathe, from now on

I'll mean it more than ever I did before