Sometimes it feels like the
surface of my skin is buzzing.
Restless leg syndrome, in every cell.
A reminder of the discomfort of being alive.

I have both found and lost my footing.
Bits of gray shale crumbling underfoot.
Skittering down the face of a cliff.

Strange to step daily on pavement that
I do not feel an ownership of.
Or do not feel owned by?
Do not have a long haul relationship with.
And don't know if I want to start
building that nest.

Everything is twig by twig but
I'm having a hard time
finding small enough branches.

But maybe we are all looking at that same full moon
and that is something to ruminate on.