With my mind I try to unravel

The questions I never cared to address?

Holes that led to nowhere?

Inquisitive faces that point to unsolved riddles

You hide from me

Running reluctantly but moving further and further away none the less

Your brown hair is shinning like brink red fire in the sunshine

A chair on a brown porch rocks

A woman in her 80’s with a head full of gray translucent curls

Stares at us with eyes black as coal

Where we go her eyes follow

Make a left here, utters a passenger

Why is she driving?

I’ve never known her to be a good diver

Her hands were always shaky

She spoke to herself in third person

Easily angered

But whenever she drove we went on an adventure

With my mind I try to unravel

The questions I never cared to address?

Holes that led to nowhere?

Inquisitive faces that point to unsolved riddles

Love always, Esha <3