I found a place I can sit, a place where everyday light
Hits like the palm of your hand when you’re reaching
For something that’s balled up in the sky; that’s the way
I like to see myself, reaching for just one star at a time…
~*~
no, not tonight
i won’t be lamenting
for permanent rain
lights muffling sense
like cotton stuffing
in my rag-doll brain
.
no, not tonight
i won’t be grieving
for weathered hopes
symmetrical analogies
sketching out dreams
in my hoarse throat
.
no, not tonight
i won’t suffocate within
my claustrophobic no’s
i shall free myself from
my bedroom walls and
give myself room to grow.
~*~
I heard what was a song inside the earth
I put my ear to the ground and I sang with every
Word, see, I got lost in the sound—
I felt so safe inside the sight of the sun
I really think I’m home now, I really think that…
A Lost Painting