Dream Weeds

true moon
June 21, 2016
the leaving
October 30, 2016

Inching through
the underbrush,
the overgrowth of
untended dreams
progressively transformed
into weeds that choke
the surrounding structures.
I cannot sleep
because of these muses
that moved me
so many years ago.
Viruses of inspiration
flaring up,
itchy and feverish.
Their message clear
unhinging me
from my latency.
“Find your way to more.
More of all this
beauty that you love.
Befriend the weeds,
take hold of them
cord-like, strong as ropes
guiding you
through the blindness
of your overwhelm and melancholy
toward your forgotten