Reconsidering or considering companionship seems

too studious or perhaps
even too stubborn

for someone
as careful as yourself. This pathway

pardons care, but what you have
when you’re all free of care
and gardens makes

as much sense
as where you began.

America’s farmlands haunt your syntax,
your sense of being, or at least

the filter between an object and your notion of
what it means

to exist as an object.

To be ablaze inside the color blue like a fixed identity
is to place a word

over here and another word there beneath
the first. This life maintains

its level of supposing so stoically
that you would think intention had given birth to it.

- Adam Clay