Alone in Good Company
Stars drag across the sky
As hands of time chase each other
Tiny Snails begin to surface
Hugging the house’s edges
I am still,
While the slowest of changes move around me
I am still,
Believing that if I don’t move
Time won’t either
Ribbons of smoke tumble between two fingers
While a glazed gaze absorbs each blink
From distant stars above
I let out a sigh
Peace
And I feel peace.
Whitney Lozada is a writer based in Humboldt County.