Nicole Johnson

I’ve been reminiscing on the wind

Gliding through the luster of my hair.

I am transfixed,

by the asylum found in there.

My escape from my own pretenses.

I walked the meadow floor

Stumbling upon the lives

that appeared before.

Utter tranquility

Momentary silence heeded

Engulfed by the need

To stop the clutter of voices.

Let the ink touch the paper.

Let them feed upon my insanity.

They told me not to hide.

The sun bore through the trees

My skin displayed the absence of light

Forming this connection.

We will thrive tonight

Inside the globe

of our ancestors.