[I do not need to understand] – Kyla Houbolt

how they know I’m coming, peering,
trying to focus and frame when
magically they lift off and become
lost in sunlight
or how later
the actual dust sparkles
when nothing else in here does
except sunlight itself
or what it means
not to hear from someone for years
and then hear from them as if
or why anyone even a stranger
could make such a difference
between one moment and the next
no please don’t explain
or make sense
of intrusions
into the usual
I used to want to know these things
but no longer, not since
I saw how shy and elusive
a glance
a flying moment
that one chance to marvel
no I won’t look too closely
at fact I want
that shy light
to stay

Kyla Houbolt

Kyla Houbolt writes, mostly poetry, though she is old enough to know better. She is a 2019 Best of the Net nominee. Some of her work can be found in Mojave He[art] Journal, Burning House/The Arsonista, Neologism Poetry, and elsewhere. Most of her work is linked in her Linktree and you can find her on Twitter @luaz_poet.

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