"I'm only human..."
Plays on a clock radio
I am 9 years old.
Lying on a floor
Watching the radio light
Red dot in the dark.
Nothing happening
Such a vivid memory
it was, nonetheless.
And that's all life is
Just tiny nothing moments
Full of everything.
The veil separating
Ordinary life and reality
Wears thin, I think
Sometime around November
When the dark expands
And moves through us.
We see more of the possibilities
Like seeing a mirrored reflection
Of a another mirror
Where each echoed picture
Is just a little different.
Could haves.
Could be.
Regrets.
Potential.