When the night sky meets the ground


​Up doesn’t make sense 
in a world filled
with ambient refrains 
and the sameness of gloom.
I am better than my
ambiguity and fear. But
what is in front of me 
won’t show itself.
Most nights I don’t
recognize the me 
in the mirror even 
when it isn’t steamed.
Pepper trees are
drooping giants
and I am a
hapless captive of
moment to moment, 
breath to breath,
star to star.