And Your Realize Your Name Is Heal-All

You lift your head, sunward.
You could do with a name.
There’s a narrative twitch.

The monsters ride the fog
That your mother unleashed.
Wait! One just disappeared!

That’s your finance mountain,
Your estate? One monster
And a small coffee drink?

You need an adventure,
But you’re not quick to die.
So you watch the sunset.

The world’s a golden worry.
One vanishing monster
Named Jim like your monster.

And there goes the ridge glow.
When is the beginning
Of any adventure?

Let’s say when horizons
Begin moving around
As if the sky hemmed them.

The sky hems everyone,
Even the astronauts,
In the end. Adventure

Isn’t miraculous,
Except when the monsters
Turn out all on your side

And something blows to bits
That heals you, makes you rich
With one narrative twitch.