Jonas Kyle-Sidell

And I’ve arrived

here, 

like mountains

stumbling, 

the sky

crumpled,

then flattened 

into ramblings

worth saving.

Beat boxing

time 

into submission,

a gentle rain.

Artistic dream

running like a fox

for the field - 

I would say the same thing

again - things happen

when you least look at them - 

only feel it - and understanding

comes after: but tomorrow

amidst all these

existential clouds

we can only 

use our hands.