Typewriter Series #2861 by Tyler Knott Gregson*Seed line first,...

Typewriter Series #2861 by Tyler Knott Gregson

*Seed line first, swipe for the full poem.  Also, Psst, wanna hear me read these poems aloud?  Podcast is up on Spotify and iTunes and places, and the linkthing is in my bio. Subscribe, it’s gonna grow soon.*

It’s curtains in some summer breeze,
it’s steam from tea just steeped.
It’s first steps on foreign soil,
last steps into your own bed,
it’s pretending to haggle over price
then paying more than they asked,
it’s voices in accents not your own.
It’s sea mist and it’s mountain air,
it’s cobblestones and it’s the shadow
of some ruin on some hillside in rainfall
and fog.  
It’s being lost, but never feeling like it,
it’s being found, and feeling like it.
It’s lamplight and peat smoke,
it’s feeling right on the wrong side of the road,
then feeling wrong, on the right one,
it’s exhaustion painted with bliss,
bliss stained with peace that comes only
when you’re away from the things
of man.  
It’s the whisper of the distance
it’s the rumble of thunder in a sky
you’ve only just met,
it’s the discoveries, every single excavation
of every single buried artifact in yourself,
it’s the wiping off of every grain of sand
and dust that settled in your stillness.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-