Poem: Means the World
By: JD DeHart
I’m not sure where
the world stands anymore,
old beliefs have fallen
like slate sliding into boiling
tense ocean
I’m not two weeks ago me
I’m not sure what the heavens
make of this, if they look at all,
not sure what the numbers mean
anymore
It used to be I looked for signs
and I wanted to read into
every action and whim of space
wished to offer advice
But now I just wonder,
just want to believe,
and wonder some more still.