What is it?

A poem by Cadence Bommarito

Some days I lie awake in my room

Wondering if it’ll ever find me

And if it’ll ever be mine

But under bellowed out hollow trees

I stumble

A crash to my knees and I wiggle to sit upright

I open a book but don’t read it

I just want to be mysterious

Until it finds me

Like a magic show or a television series

But life is never like those things

In real life an apple falls and knocks me out cold

And I, my conscience, ponders

If life is worth living

Without it