what am I following?
the wind is too strong
the sun is too bright
the sea is enormous
I can only sing to the earth
each day is new, and each day is my last
what am I following?
the wind is too strong
the sun is too bright
the sea is enormous
I can only sing to the earth
each day is new, and each day is my last
I can not lay this pain
aside
I heave and I heave
for one breath of peace
I am on the floor
beside the toilet
the full length mirror in front
and when I look at her
I am the stranger
to all that is before me
this new heaven
bumpy and accelerated
white frothy isobars
changing like my moods
this new ocean grey and calm
or moody, what sits beneath
is above and
I forgot to let the ladder fall
land hovers
ungrounded
accumulations
waiting for gravity
to adjust
I am standing
on the precipice
looking
the tidal wave is slower
than you think
but the momentum
the momentum … how is it
that chaos sounds so deep
like the earth
the earth shifted
into a completely new
configuration
I remember the first time
death met me –
losing a best friend
can make a religion crumble
and all prayers
meaningless
you speak of truth
like someone had written it
on the back of your hand
I wish I could draw the galaxy there
so you would know truth
is not a set of words
but the space between
every cell and star
as they rest
I turned up full
of sleeping butterflies
and one took flight
and another
and another
deep in my belly
the birds are flying
in my mind
and they have lost
the vast sonic space to navigate
the vast sonic space to hear
home
the whale that kept me company
can’t come up for air
and her calf
and her calf
lost her milk in a stormy
rocky bay
I am the poles shifting
true north
true south
they don’t exist like they once did
something broke
something spoke
I am the prickling rain clouds
I am the new dark moon
I am the moment before dawn
where rainbows don’t exist
where rainbows don’t exist