Breakthrough

I have to get out.
Watch the birds fly.
Dream on a cloud.

I have to get through.
Recalibrate the senses.
Re-thread every sinew.

Ponder on the alive instead of the demise.
The best of us feel a beat in our bones,
Let it escape. Let it rise.

Let it crawl,

Past the crowds and the ashes of empires,
Those flagrant hopes and fledgling desires,
Past tattered ropes and unhinged fires.

It will build.

Pile up like the dirt under the feet of a dog digging.
Gather together like amorphous hills manufactured by loyal, obedient ants.
Fall in place like rainwater on a thirsty tongue,
Sometimes soft, sometimes stinging.

Wish for a lot but do more thinking.

Note to self:

Wish for a lot but do more thinking.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s