aways ~poem

If I could find the words

And lace them in a row

Articulate, but not systematically so

If I could take my hands

And rest them next to yours

A disposition without a baseline discourse

If I could take my thoughts

And filter out conjecture

And hesitation as involuntary gestures

If I could siphon the smoke

Away from my beating eyes

Unparalleled sobriety, disguised

If I could accept speech

In its given form

Without manipulation and redefining norms

Perhaps

We’d be okay