I think of you and wonder ’bout
death and cycles
dawns or sunsets
nightmares
doors
bliss
It’s all mixed up
blended into amorphous impressions
Unseen thoughts
right here
Old jazz inside my head
Music fused with closure
maybe also melancholy
or serenity
Is it freedom or tragedy
across the boundary?
I think ’bout me and wonder
dawns or sunsets
Is it only jazz inside my head?
_____Adriana Citlali
XXXI-X-MMXV
This jazzy poem got inspired by a recent trip to New Orleans and Björn’s words at dVerse Pub’s Open Link Night #159.