Poem: Crisp Like New Contacts

It’s a beautiful morning

Cast on an early evening.


The sun softly kisses the buildings

With a soft whisper of life.


And the architecture is distinctive


And ready for chaos

In the middle of the night.


Life seems to move cleaner in a full sun night.

Like wearing contacts for the first time

Life is crisper or at least


Your line of vision meets a crisp surface

And the world acute defines itself in the sunset.


I’m struggling trying to hold onto something

That I don’t know exactly what it is.