I’m Not Faking My Astonishment, Honest

ㅤㅤ 𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚎 𝙻𝚎𝚠𝚒𝚜

• Looking out over the cliff, we’re overwhelmed
• by a sky that seems to heap danger upon us. We
• end up staring at a single white fluff in the air—
• feather, fur, dandelion puff—we don’t care
• to define it. The relief of having something
• to focus our attention. At home, our patio furniture
• unscrews itself under the usual sun. On this trip—
• well, I’m not any sadder, I just have more space
• for my sadness to fill. I don’t want to give
• particulars. A woman huffing up the trail behind
• us says to her hiking partner, It wasn’t my size,
• but it was only 9 dollars. And now all I want
• is to see what it is. The future refuses
• to happen, so where else should I turn?