how you feel sometimes

sometimes

returning home

feels like

swallowing sand,

while a faint moon

rises early

during the afternoon light,

hiding herself in plain sight

as just another cloud;

sometimes the traffic is flowing

while the heart is ebbing;

sometimes the horizon is apparent

but the future unclear;

sometimes the hand

right next to you

reaches over gently,

trying to bridge the void;

sometimes you feel alone

in the company of others,

passing cars,

confused amid construction,

eastbound,

glancing rearview,

trying to make sense of what has happened,

looking back to make sense of what is to come,

what will catch up to you,

like the certainty of dusk,

making peace with what cannot be changed,

praying for what can.

……………….

how you feel sometimes

by troy cady

for a friend