Scarry Night

The earth spins,
it orbits around the sun,
but there is much 
that goes on
atop this planet,
much that we 
cannot see
from afar. 
What is right in front of us,
and what might not be so clear?

With every breath we take,
with every inch we travel,
our planet becomes
sicker. 
If our planet is so hurt,
how is everything still here,
how are we still here?
We are still here,
because of the trees.
These trees,

As her eyes
skim the
silent ground,
the icy ground,
she waits for fear.
And from her cracking lips
escapes a
suffocating breath,
while her heart beats on steadily. 
She waits.
She waits for the 

As I dance 
across the floor,
I know it is the
dance I love,
to the music I love.
I want this part 
so deeply in my heart,
that I dream of 
practicing it,
of improving upon it,

Isn't it interesting,
how so many things
simply work?
How so many things
seem to fit in place
flawlessly?
We walk through streets,
through halls,
through open doors,
and we don't bump 
into a thing. 

I walk down
the busy streets,
and I spot
many different people,
many different things,
many different lives.
I see sister-in-laws
gossiping,
brothers arguing,
parents holding their 
children close.