living in my own skin
instead of a wish
or a dream
or a hope
not even a get to
the right now me
my life stepped out across this mountain ridge
a brush a paint pail a dog
once I finish lunch a beer
the fly that found its way through the open door not caring that it’s 60 inside
joins me to finish the last bits and tick the box on today
this speaking to the evidence of what has gone down as I
clean dry flakes of paint from my hands
wash drywall dust from my hair gone greying then
squish next to the dog on loan
next to me on this king size bed
next to the mountains’ call just there through the window
we are here now
me and right now me