November 20, 2010

we are birth marked with it
stones under our skin
wood burned bone
sand for feet.

the moments stack
like clouds
atmosphere thick and beautiful
layered and falling

we want so much happiness
and we wail when
withheld and staggered,
black night. bright sun.
black night. bright sun.
and over and over again.

faith is breathing
in very thin air.

and underwater
and buried
lungs aching in your chest
for joy to come back again.

i fall asleep
to the noise
of neighbors clawing at each other
and other neighbors making love.
the sounds are the same.
a scarred music.
and i'm alone.
and i'm at peace with this.