claim victory erase

18.

 

At times, my mind 

finds a hidden path;

a quiet path in a forest of green rain,

how to get from point a to point b

without making a scene

an unnecessary commotion

nothing to draw attention

to the new correct way,

i’m doing the tragically inconsequential

tasks that i can perform

 

i try not feel imperious or smug

during these productive periods:

i feel strangely as though

i should claim victory

as fleeting and fallow as it is

 

soon: 

my own eclipse

will erase any victory