Squint

I am opening up even as

I am closing down. Riddle me

What’s going on in the heart/

Head where I live, closing

Windows and opening them

Up again like they were doors,

Like I could pass through their

Screens like the wind, creature

Of air not body. Oh that this too,

Too . . . is it sullied or solid?

Let’s say both and leave it there

Since we all know the rest,

Could mouth it in our sleeps,

Taste the bitter in our dreams.

Open eyes then close again,

But squint to see things true.

6/9/2025