I keep trying to learn new ways to make it fresh and crisp and sometimes warm but in the way the people want and not in the way I think I want

because in most ways I’m forgetting myself,
every time I watch something new I’m like a mirror,
hanging somewhere different,
hanging in the sky,
reflecting light and nuance and leafy greens.

But it’s not so simple as that,
in fact, it’s much dimmer.

Much more dim??

I cannot remember.
Cannot separate myself from remembering.

I say ‘I do’ over and over again.

11/15/2020

PoetryRiley Welch