Thursday, June 27, 2013

never so solid



i am never big or brave
but sometimes i walk
home with my eyes closed

(tonight i lay, my head on tree roots
gnarled, just to see what it would be like
to be someone who lies on the ground)

but i don’t talk to dark
strangers, difference separates us
more than their side of the street
to mine

and though sometimes
i crouch, wait, spring
to see if i make it

i am never brave
just flushed, thrilled
to still be

so solid