blah blah blah transition.
the second shifters are coming home.
it is midnight and i am in a restaurant without patrons.
i’ll join the traffic outside soon enough.
maybe i’ll tell you about liminality again:
that dharma is only unity
where space and time are concerned.
blah blah blah samsara.
i’m cleaning a table and realize i
have to do this again in thirty minutes.
i dread it.
maybe i’ll tell you about cycles again:
that Ouroboros and titanium combine to create
eternal self-fulfilling prophecy.
blah blah blah antitheses.
there is a bug on the booth.
i kill it with my broom and sweep it away.
maybe i’ll tell you about harmony again:
that life requires death
not only for the sake of comfort.
blah blah blah
the stars seem to rotate in the sky
and the moon pulls the tides
i’ll go outside and track the constellations and wade in the ocean.
maybe i’ll feel connected again.
Gill Noffert is a sixteen-year-old poet from Wichita, Kansas who is driven by dichotomy. She creates homes for herself between spaces of pride and despair, fear and exhilaration, and abstract and concrete. Poetry is her space to question, build, and unify her thoughts.