Change is in the Water

scattered

sometimes I feel scattered

clothes on the floor

thoughts moving too fast

boxes in the closet I haven’t recycled

haven’t packed up the old

why?

afraid of any change in routine

I get up

eat oatmeal

read

do yoga

work

everything’s about to change

I was never much into comics

I like the old superheroes in Homer

with stylized armor 

flashing eyes

feathery crests

I think greaves go on the calves

gauntlets protect the arms

after the elbows

to the wrists

thick heavy metal twisting into my soft skin

vaguely muscular

my wrist looks so small

who is the human figure on it?

mix between jagged lightning and

the illustration on my TOK textbook

rust, old, twists and becomes misshapen as I look

the metal twists into my skin

my arm trying to escape its protection

do turtles leave their shells?

scattered

empty boxes with loud brown paper

expectant

I close the door

sometimes you see a face

think maybe reincarnation exists

it feels so like you’ve seen it before

places like that too

a turquoise convertible

muddy blue along the marina

startling sparkles in the water

startling dirt on the boats

scattered

everything’s about to change

orange on the water

muffler of space

protects me from sound

in the 

middle

of the water

blue and orange and blue

you wake up it’s like you teleported to shore

and the boat’s leaving without you

Odysseus, Odysseus, what have you done?