& why spend our few hours counting
scrapes & bruises, pebbles rained along the shale?
what's a wound - hell, what's a body?
o may our lives
be overcome in uncertainty, this i pray -
in the quiet green light our presence grows
beneath our skin, the lengthening shadows
won't make me warm -
burn off the moss
& the leaves & come home
the trees grow still, cling to cliffs in our blood
a gift of iron & snow that our bodies won't touch
& comfort exists, but what about unlearning dread?
& where is our border, why shouldn't we spend
our cells to the wind as if we were infinite?
our hearts do not grow dry in the sun.
they warm & flutter in the hand.
you know not to squeeze, that the bones are as
brittle as birds, but the walls & secrets are
so much to bear -
come on friend, come on.
the light is there.