It’s hard to know how close I am getting to ‘poems that discover themselves along the way’, but this is today’s attempt.

This wasn’t the place I was thinking of
when I was wondering where I belonged

I can’t help finding comfort in shadows
some days the light demands more than I have

Details in high relief
make poor hiding places
the edges are too close together

The treetops make me dizzy
they dance in the wind

and I get lost
in the blood-red sky

(2 May 2017)