It can feel nice to become completely nothing to no one
Occasionally need to drop the weight of all these expectations from your shoulders
May always pick them back up

Give into observation

Stillness in the busy day
(The pear in my palm)
Rustles of leaves that reasonlessly steal the mind away from dire things
Even if for a second
A space between tears devoted to just being able to breathe
And exhale unfettered
Spreads of the wings of whatever bird overhead, trying to vanish
And fluid upon dry lips for a body that hasn’t been nourished
Now for many weeks

And when I’m at my lowest
I think about Timmy
And know that I have to keep going.

Mother,
If you ever read this:
His loss was never in vain because in all of us he continues to live

Inter moments

New Muses (Ditigal Signature), 2025
Owen Marshall

16 x 12 ” Cotton Paper