The word of God transcends the walls of houses,
easily breathes through the thick
insulated structure of thought;
and so as His beloved child I too
in a breath
can escape my body’s boundaries.
And in a moment of worship
I,
blessed,
shed the hurting flesh,
shake off the mind grounded in this pain,
and instead get that immeasurable inch
closer to my actual, and much greater identity
and my greater God.
unrelenting tension
breastbone contracting in fear
until aching ribs
crack the elegance
of a smooth depletion.
empty breaths not filling,
not relieving sore exasperation.
gasping now, tired from fighting
never ending
exhausted sighs end at the sun’s say,
relief another day away.
I hope the trees grow and rupture, and split the road
and the houses weather proudly, the wind tugs and rain beats down
to give this suburbia some character.
I desperately hope that the people held inside
lead a richer existence
than the bland uniformity implies.
And when you throw around, that disposable sarcasm
Will you go, when will you go?
At last I’ll stand and crumble later
Speak my word, my self sacrificing blow.
And in private when I’m hollow
My tears betray, my final show.
I have clear sky above my head, no cloud pursuing me as I walk
but you and I, as different as we seem
harbour the same leaden blizzard behind our eyes.
As thunderstorm shrouds what we see
broken light shines infrequently through the darkness
giving precious moments of hope, to keep our travelling vitality.
drifting through old streets, watching jarring scenes play out
my nightmares, surround sound songbirds in the trees sing, and
silent, vacant houses watch on as glassy eyed witnesses.
notice the glistening seamless sunset, slicing through leaves
distorting hallucinations of people gone, and actions
not acted on.
impulse died and regret remaining
rhythm of sighs that draw out the season.
