We Are Our Own Sanity

We are ere as we are ensuing.

We are comparisons worth regarding.

We are fairy tales and odd shingles.

Dark forests and brooms.

We are each a lighthouse.

We are our own pause.

I am changing drinks.

And loving friends.

I am a painted eave.

A fast dollar.

And a fool.

We are kissing and we are remembering.

We are rules. We are sounds. And we are flowers.

We are the years we bind together.

The pages stitched for sharing.

We are poems, ten thousand poems.