First – August 12, 2019

A pureness

Untouched, and bare.

My innocence

Painted the room

Naive.

Expectations floating

Above my head.

Caught and filleted,

Rugged,

Atop a flat cutting board.

That summer night,

Staring up at the nighttime sky.

I asked, why.

With a muddle of thoughts

passing me by.