published in Rose & Thorn Journal
How strong the wood is
how heavy the water
how fire burns you and saves you
how we can suffocate in space.
A leaf knows no direction and it cycles.
How I slip across a plank of moods
how I gaze so far in my small mind
how I am not this sick body, but a cycle–a circle,
a painted sphere in orbit given to touch–to feel–magnitudes.
I know no direction. The dark, the light–two poles of a whole.
Balance: I pull you too far down and then too high,
but at such lengths
I wander beyond myself
examining the weight
of such a life.