Joy
joy arrived in tattered clothes peeked in the door we told it to go away we were afraid of strangers whose language we didn’t know
Gifts
we often strangle moments with thoughts run wild spinning images of a future that always drowns dark while our nows are gifts of pure water left untasted
Scars
your pain bleeds onto me and I taste my healed scars I will always wear that tell me you’re kin
Blank walls
the taste of oranges is fleeting you have to be awake to see rainbows it’s too easy to look through lazy lids at blank walls and wonder where life is
Tolls
there’s a cost I keep paying tolls it’s painless this constant attention which becomes a pleasure as my life expands and you sew wings on my shoulders and I learn to sing returned we have debts we can never repay when your hands pulled me from the mud and you wiped my eyes and breathed on me and I returned like Lazarus
Ourselves
we forgive ourselves for not being our dreams for having no wings for our feet that stumble ungracefully through long afternoons for how easily we erased ourselves trying to hide from our fears
Unborn
you moved into my mind and parts of me that were unborn opened their eyes