Trace the
outline of myself
Beg you to
see what I believe
There is so
much more to me
Than I can
ever prove
All I can
do:
Sit back,
hold fast
Head high,
lips tight
These lungs
fill
This mind
wanders
I am
tumbling through this sky
I can’t see
anything
I don’t see
anything at all
But I can
feel you
Eyes shut
tight – feel everything that is
Nothing
here is new and nothing here is ours
Everything bogged
with life
Resplendent
with now and afters
There was
something here before
Try to
remember – try to see
I’m as good
as blind
I am
tumbling through this sky
I can’t see
anything
I don’t see
anything at all
But I can
feel you
Eyes shut
tight – feel everything that is
Weary souls
stained and tired and cold
Ever
hopeful and glancing at the sky
Magnificent
all
They shine
and stumble
Living
terrors as dreams
I know they
will find better
These
fingers dig into the earth
Lips meet
the soil
Embrace the
solid ground
Eyes bleary
but finally seeing grey
Retrace the
outline of myself
