Like A Dandelion

Dear beautiful words, find me.

Find me in a jungle of angry verbs. 

Find me in my exquisite inarticulations of life.

I couldn’t convince a fly but I still convince myself.

Why?

I’ve swallowed my questions along with my pride.

Oh words, you’ve failed me. 

Trawling the bottom of an ocean of wordlessness 

I curate only silences as good answers.

The sun doesn’t reach, the flowers don’t bloom and nothing is eager.

And like a dandelion, 

I move inconsequentially.