Literary illusions,
chased, I bite my tongue, the phonograph is still,
listen close, lean in now
the past sounds like an interstate a phonograph or a window, city traffic hums,
I wonder what you think about, things have been quiet, here, but maybe one day we will drive, past falling leaves, August rain. and we will listen,
we will pray,
and we will see it,
we will pass ourselves looking in.

Meg Peters is a poet, photographer, and former sailor. After spending time working on an historical tall ship, she is a poet writing on the themes of environment living and changing self-identity.