fields of paradise

when shadows die/I am a ghost/wandering through airport security/sitting on the plane/wondering if the sky is also a river/and when I land/if this will be paradise/this is us/staring blankly through the window/trapped /sometimes I hate airplanes/and the thought of flying while I remain still/upsets me in the quiet/uncontrollable way that living is/that wound on myContinue reading “fields of paradise”

flutters

you see a finch flying far away through your window/through your bruised evening sky/through the dirty cotton clouds/several threads of light/silently flutter/when you see her step out of the car/you see the meaning of flight/change from flying through the air/to snatching the door handle/your walk hastening/and the stretching smile/weary eyes/ it all becomes/beautiful exhaustion/& reliefContinue reading “flutters”