Two Tiny Poems

[jellyjenn]

1.

Tumbling stumbles
till still
tangled spinning
uncontained
bare impulse bears
all blame where
consequences coalesce
to find strangers
redefined
and worlds refined.
Tectonic shifts slip.

2.

contrary contrails connect
correct, direct me
away from toward
forward and to
you.
less than right
and what is left
follows
through
I long to.
but the fair is much too steep.
un
fare.