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.
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.
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©2025 Jacqueline De Angelis, writing, audio, video, paintings and site images are the property of Jacqueline De Angelis. Photography: Ricardo Medina, Edean Amador. Watercolors: Jacqueline De Angelis. Design: Simple West.
©2025 Jacqueline De Angelis, writing, audio, video, paintings and site images are the property of Jacqueline De Angelis. Photography: Ricardo Medina, Edean Amador. Watercolors: Jacqueline De Angelis. Design: Simple West.