Maine in the Rain

Stepping around natural science

as it fills the gaps the age differences and likely invisible years

the drops of time are resistant to my experience

and follow the steps to tearing

the reality of time

i am not old

but the shore says hahaha

i am young

but the shore says yes you are darling

i sneak a look into bellows past

i trap a new flake inside my mind

i wish to fly like a gull timeless

the albatrosses of aches and pains

laid unto mysterious earth and

the world is full of them

but mostly between my watering eyes