Signal lost, signal found

March 5, 2025

field of noise, a flickering face

A thousand old channels

hiss—

Just me in the meadow, legs in the grass,
Watching my life drift slowly past.

I sit with myself, the skin, the bones.

tuned to the comfort, this frequency of mine alone

Signal lost, signal found

March 5, 2025

field of noise, a flickering face

March 5, 2025

March 5, 2025

A thousand old channels

hiss—

Just me in the meadow, legs in the grass,
Watching my life drift slowly past.

Just me in the meadow, legs in the grass,
Watching my life drift slowly past.

I sit with myself, the skin, the bones.

tuned to the comfort, this frequency of mine alone

©2025 yvonnedoll

©2025 yvonnedoll