Poetry

The new year came in,

with bursts of light across the city scape,

like a flock of birds rising 

from the ashes of Phoenix's horizon.

We, and the cacti, watch the fireworks 

and cheer,

I am in complete darkness.

The black abyss surrounds me, the silence all but comforting.

I am alone, afraid, and still as if a boulder that has sat for years.

One

the list, the ambitions typed into neatly folded laundry and messy buns.

Seven

a.m. the time the covers mute the morning-nothing is concrete.

One

We broke it.

We broke international law.

Gone are the rules for countries to follow in accordance to each other.

For if we didn’t, why shouldn’t they?

Sure, we didn’t sign on it.

But breaking it is still wrong.

capture the old

to become the new.

kidnap the worse

to become the better?

better at running a country

that isn't even ours,

better at taking credit for

work that isn't his,

The sun’s shining on me as it slowly dips below the horizon for another day, its rays softly coming down.

The air is crisp, not too cold, but brisk enough to see your breath when you breathe.

Lo! The horizon's sweet light that shines on the leaves of the trees.

The rustling of the branches softly blowing in the gentle breeze.

The yonder rushing of the rivers across the pains and hills.

Stood above all else

Prepared to plunge into the 

Wood; enter a glade

because we cannot do this again.

we are tired of giving our lives up 

so you can play at governance. 

we are tired of pretending that war is a toy

you can wind up and watch. 28.5 million lives

The door isn't one I can see,

Yet it grows, shifts, and deforms.

When I started there was only silence,

But everyday its volume grows.

The door started empty,

But over time it crescendoed.

Sometimes driving makes me wonder 

Sitting in a big tin box, travelling faster than a hare

Until I reach traffic and crawl along slower than a tortoise

We spend so, so much time

Moving from one place to another

I don't know why

but something in me loves

to dance

just out of death's grasp

to let an inch decide my next breath

it makes me feel

in control 

as I swerve and dodge the line