Night Owl

Kerri Engelder

I wish to remain
A Primrose.
Flawless.
Full of sing-song sentences
and melodies
and Jargon
Reveling in my outer ear.

I am the visitor
To the forbidden kingdom
Of conquering,
Noisy environments
And familiar tunes
All under the same moon.

The lyric is sometimes elusive
-when prowling in the dark-
But I crank up the music
And let the erratic words
Litter
The floorboards

My thoughts are
Intertwined
With the smell of
Wet roads
And the frantic
Rush of water

The words come together
Swooping like
Night owls
Trading in their independence
For
Something That Makes Sense