leave no trace

stillness a shadow
bluejay brings grace
warm winds
break across my face
sun darts to weeds & waiting bones
slow down
return me home

love burns like skin when out too long
nothing remains by four
but
the wind
      and the something more

stillness a tremor
stillness a light
warm winds
against the white
sun too hot
day too long
slow down
summer's song

smells like rain

the jarring road
the blue sky
the wind
the sorrow
the rhythm of this day carves birds from my bones
     and they fly they fly
becoming the morrow

I am of dust and sweeping grasses green
the passage of clouds
sky a blue I've never seen

the humming 

the buzzing 

all around all around 

sweat sticky & nectar sweet 

(apparently) 

wildflowers yellow as far as the eye can see 

the jarring rattling road 

the bluest sky 

the ceaseless wind 

the hollow sorrow 

the rolling rhythm of this day widens my heart 

     and it beats it beats 

becoming the morrow 

to hold this course 

to raise the hope 

chase the dream of something wider 

something vaster 

something beyond the grasp 

becoming the wind 

becoming the hollow 

becoming the humming 

becoming the sky 

becoming the blue 

in july at two o'clock

this place
hollow
full
all things at once
both sublime & jagged
as the break of a bone across the expanse of the night
does heartbreak make a sound
when there is no one there to feel it?
and why does broken seem unbroken?
hollow not hollow
in the distance there is a humming
low & constant
or is it a pulsing--a tempo I can not keep pace with

regardless
butterflies come to the milkweed and the thrumming becomes
the speed of light 

amazing

moths &  dragonflies
dust & vinca vines
sparks of yesterday beneath my rubber heart
perched like meadowlarks upon the barbwire of night
here where the sky forgets forgiveness
oh better days where are you hiding?
there along the tree line of the river wide?
move the rock & shift the sand--find the gold
scrape away the top soil of the field & return the bones
there are better days somewhere tucked below the stones
moths & dragonflies
dust & vinca vines
sun, moon & stars guide me to the sliver lining