5 day fast

Too often do I try

To scream my name at the wind.

Hopeful,

That on some gust,

Some tree rocking day 

I will be known.

My name will bounce off city streets,

Corner store names and old gas stations. 

I am not looking to be known.

I am looking to be acknowledged.

Every now and then,

I leave pieces of myself for the world to find.

Should they ever need proof

I was both there and here.

I have walked endless circles to settle my mind.

I have pulled forth skin 

And teeth 

And sorry excuses for my ability to vanish.

I am comparable to steam.

The gust of heat

The undeniable affects.

Risen from gas stove tops 

And Goodwill pots.

I am stuck on the ceiling.

Thinking,

Maybe this is how I will always feel.

Bridges know me well.

I have found the times,

We fear them the most.

I believe in bringing life to stillness

Remembering all the times past.

Remembering memories that are not mine.

By now, we are good friends.

Names poured over,

Dripping onto unaware drivers.

Cars now tainted with proof. 

I was somewhere once.

I remember remembering.

Of feeling present,

Ground beneath feet 

And head over shoulders.

Now I am wandering through a 

Airport in layover.

Hours pressed into plastic seats. 

Numbers repeated.

Dreamy eyes and the slow turn of heads. 

My reminder to myself;

The wind has always known. 

And the leaves have a good idea.

You will bounce back to yourself.