There are some days 
when you simply shine
like river rocks paving
a cold mountain stream
and then there are
others when you’re frequently
overlooked like dirty
snow piled onto corners
frozen in place avoided
and one day disappear
as though never even
there I wonder why
for am I not
the same I go
out me every day
every day the same
I guess people are
fickle never knowing what
they want if anything
if ever any day


I think that I’m
too different too different
than most too different
that I become impossible
I think that I’m
better off alone alone
just with me me
and my thoughts thoughts
that carry me beyond
my own impossibility to
a place of comfort
where I am and
can think too differently
differently than almost everyone
everyone except me naturally