What we’ve come to know
about being human
is to grow in phases
to take pain and grief
from the ends of the bookshelf
and to stir them into the atmosphere

breathing in and out
until the silence between each breath
was a bridge to relief

it was never to solve the puzzle in a day
or to sort through all the pieces in
a strategic manner
but to feel the joy of frustration
the strange joy of trial and error

A father to his daughter, A sister to her brother, a mother to a son, and from me to you:
“if you ever find yourself alone then follow the light of a million stars and you’ll find your way back home.”

I’d watch a thousand stars with you
Hand in hand, watch you gaze into the sun
And write your words into the sky
Look right through you into the future
Watch you grow and watch you fly

Imagine that you become your dreams  
Carry you on my shoulders when you fall
And follow you up when you want to walk
Then let you run into a sea made of a millions stars

And I’ll wait here, with my hand reaching out
If you find the darkness, then follow all the city cars
The streetlights and the moonlit faces
Think of my hand reaching out
As if we’re walking up that hill
Think of all those starry nights, and follow all the way to the sun

Lastly, be your own light in your darkest hour, and the world will be yours

In time,
The swollen heart
Becomes a symbol
Of crossing borders

And when you find the unspoken words
Of your sleepless soul
You’ve found the bordering nation of freedom
That when met against your dreams
Melts into your boundaries
And two become one

And in time,
Your past fades into the seams
Of your reckless ambitions
And your blood pours down towards
your ankles
Preparing you to kick off your feet
And fly towards a future

Where you are found to be free
From your own shackles
and someday you’ll smile
As you look back at what you’ve left behind

And you’ll find
That in time,
You’ll be free from your fears

In the hours of the night
I'm thinking about you.
I'm restless, feeling vulnerable.
the stars are too far,
as they fade in the day.
The sun is awake,
and you're floating away.
I watch as you depart
but I lay here,
wondering when the night
will once again reappear,
but I keep dreaming
with my eyes wide open,
I dream of the future
and I hope you're listening,
to every wish I senselessly make,
because when I dream of you,
i'm finally awake.

There is peace, it resides in the shallow breaths of your words.
I feel at ease, like I’m under a roof of stars
holding back the past.
Hand in hand, your fingers interlaced with mine
Moments are fragments of a photograph from another time.
And although we’re lost somewhere across the sea.
I can’t help but feel like it’s all meant to be
I’m home, where I belong,
and time? It has nothing on me.

If we could hazard a guess, tomorrow is the day everything changes. That's the famous phrase. Something about the way the pink roses on the counter stand so tall and proud. When I was young I envisioned I would be like them someday. Deep into my womanhood, tully aware of the force I have to push with to keep my shoulders up. But I would do it, that's what I believed. These days it's enough to hold the weight of breathing, and enough to move limb after limb. To keep up with the minutes and still meet them up ahead with a gracious smile. On repeat, morning sun to evening moon. Some days my limbs they move me, others I move with them too. That's how it goes. Sometimes the roses are drooping, sometimes they bloom instead. All the time they are alive and present, standing, even as they shed.

There is a breeze that floats around you
When you stare longingly at opportunity’s shoes
They’re polished and ablaze with the colours of potential
And your soles are aching as they breathe through rugged leather
I know your feet can’t brave walking down the rocky path of regret
But around you, there is an enchanting glow
That pulls the wind as it lays down carpets of soil beneath your feet
And as you hang your head low,
Imagining the door that those glittering shoes would’ve taken you to
Courage follows you like a distant shadow
Your silent companion in pain
Waiting to embrace you with its resilient air
And as you long for reaching opportunity’s door
Courage prepares its wings to carry you to a million more.

walking those shorelines
and rocky borders
between the heart & mind

on a mend
in an effort to learn
the signature of each lung

with the hope
that this breathlessness
parallels the transience of life

don't forget to look up from the sand,
from the little voice
between the two sounds of a working heart

the ocean raises a salute
for those moments
that never leave us

From the blooming dandelions
That grow in the gardens of the kindred soul
Is a peculiar dream
That with every yellow petal becomes
A wishful fly away
Within its colourless softness
Searching for new soil
To bury itself
And grow

But it’s the insignificant things
That weigh down the petals  
Whenever they gather the willpower
To float towards a horizon
That divides the insecurities
And the biggest fears of the dreamer
So instead the petals become rain
That wash away the remnants
Of a scorching sun

And some time after
The water carries with it
The seed of the dandelion
And along a distant road
It grows once again
Waiting for another
To come set it free
So that it can carry those old ambitions
Back to one who’s still searching for courage
Along the horizon in their dreams

I yearn to see the starry sky
And admire their sparkle in your eyes
But every night is cloudy blue
As the stars only seem to follow you
But I don’t blame them for their wonder
Because if I was a star or even the sea
And I could move ever so freely
I would flow along with every wave
And find myself right by your grave
And when I’d look up at the moon
someday, somewhere very soon
The stars would find their way to you

Chase the thousand morning suns you dream of
And watch them through big city windows that frame the colours of the wind

Read about the thunderous rain, close your eyes and feel it’s pain
Soak your hands in atmospheric water as you watch the rainbows shy away

Trace your steps back to the moon, and steal the stars that stole your gaze
Throw them in your pocket but put them back when all you see is the haze

Draw the flowers that grew last spring, and fold them in to paper airplanes
Set them free into the sky, and watch the buds grow when it rains

Close your eyes and smile along, forget I’m leaving...
Forget I’m gone
Chase the sunrise until sunset, and then do it all over again.

The world will turn its corners
But I’ll wait till dusk to start a new climb
These December dreams will take years
A thousand sunsets and glassy tears
But I’ll find a way to walk along jagged edges
Take unwritten roads and mysterious paths
Meet the sky in its vulnerable darkness
Befriend the moon that likes to hide
Pledge my allegiance to the shadowy earth
Embrace the petrichor and the want of rain
I’ll run in my sleep, towards hollow skies
And drift away in boats dancing in turquoise seas
But if this is how I’ll find myself then let it be
For I am only who I am, when I am set free

The sun would never tell me
What I had to lose
I let its rays burn me
And deepen every bruise
I would still sit in the summer days
Wondering when winter
Would come and let me lay,
On the dead grass
On cold afternoons
I laid there freezing
Wondering when the sun would come through
But wondering was my weakness
And the weather was my foe
I couldn’t help but feel it
Underneath my toes
As the rocks dig into my skin
I looked upon the horizon
Letting the sun sink in
To once again be burned by another year
Passing through the cosmos
Fuelling my every fear
I lived in a quiet place that rapidly grew
But the windows kept me bounded
And the sun was there too

Take your parachute and let it fall
As you lay there in between the sky
Watching dreamers walk through life
Wishing they were somewhere up high
Spread your wings and take a breath
The atmosphere will clear your head
Let the time go as you stay afloat
Holding onto every rope
Look down and see your reflection stare
As it looks up to you and wonders,
Where they’ll be when time will pass
Will they fly and will it last?
Would they reach the sky one day?

Look down and tell yourself,
it’ll be ok.

From the blooming dandelions
That grow in the gardens of the kindred soul
Is a peculiar dream
That with every yellow petal becomes
A wishful fly away
Within its colourless softness
Searching for new soil
To bury itself
And grow

But it’s the insignificant things
That weigh down the petals  
Whenever they gather the willpower
To float towards a horizon
That divides the insecurities
And the biggest fears
Of the one who wished upon them
So instead the petals become rain
That wash away the remnants
Of a scorching sun

And some time after
The water carries with it
The seed of the dandelion
And along a distant road
It grows once again
Waiting for another
To come set it free
So that it can carry those old ambitions
Back to one who’s still searching for  courage
Along the horizon in their dreams

I scrolled through my camera roll. Here’s a photo from five years ago, it’s still fresh in the mind. In it were canola fields and a glittering wind. I could still feel the breeze lingering on my fingertips. It was me and a camera I no longer own, my dad, who, in his impatience, still drove me out to a field, outside city lines, so that I could take a photo of the sunset, for a class. There are some simple things, simple pictures. No person, or place of any significance, but they sit on you, right on your chest. They weigh heavy. I wonder why. Background set. Now I will look and feel the touch of yesterday. Swallowing every color in the picture and letting its sounds ring in my ear. I wonder why. No person or place of significance, but it sits on me, right on my chest.

I miss the sweetness of writing
When words would untangle these corroded arteries
And bring relief to the pain left behind
By the dying starlight

I dust off recollections of our past
Dressed in all black
Stretching my limbs into a new atmosphere
Remembrance is pinned onto my beating heart

If I ask you to hold my hand
And walk me through this dark tunnel
Would you become the flicker of light
That I dream of at night?

There is a canvas made of broken sky
Covered in dust left behind by the sunset
Pigments swirl in these hopeful hands
I crave to paint, write, and leave behind colorful impressions

But these words have inhabited
The rivers of blood within me
And they flow from thought
To dream
To lungs
To sky,
sea,
and breeze
Then
All the way
Back to me

Branched between two oaks
I took it all in
the water, the open breeze
blended it all together
with the feeling of emptiness
and poured it into the ground
where the sun never goes
where things never grow
where the earth is barren
until something splits wide open
maybe it's the ground
or a feeling of living

I always wondered,
Why in my culture, we wore a red
And not a white
Then I remembered she is a woman
Her blood is rinsed with sacrifice
And on the day of matrimonial happiness
She shall bleed out
Maybe it’s a cry for change,
Or maybe it’s compromise in its most crimson reflection
But when her hands are stained with henna
And her arms laced in embroidered elegance
Does her blood begin to change?
And if it doesn’t, will she be thrown away
Like the burden on her fathers head?
That chokes him from the day she was born to the day she is wed
Is that why her mother once wore the colour red?
I think to myself,
a lamb bleeds too when it’s cut for it’s meat,
And then it’s coat is no longer light
Is that why she wears red and not white?

I often find this desire to rinse my lungs
under the tap and wash out all this debris
comes from that same feeling
of sitting on this carpet floor
and staring out into the open fields
thinking just how remarkably vast these voids are,
resembling the oceans
I would cross if it meant you would understand
how much I believe in everything you can do
against all the sand and dust
through these voids with cleared lungs
I'd come back with boats carrying
little ways to tell you about all the things
I believe you'll get through

Look back and see
just how remarkably vast
are these oceans you have crossed

I drank a whole glass of nostalgia,
Took a flight around time,
And found myself sitting where I started,
In a state of unnerving silence,
Thinking about how the thunder
Stored in my swollen heart roars,
whenever I’m somewhere,
Lost in my memories.

Your words rival the rain that washes the dust of yesterday off the streets,
They pull flocks of birds towards your speech,
And like maps of the largest cities
I dwell on them for days hoping to uncover every corner,
Even the petals of blooming flowers
Fly away prematurely to follow the words that rest on your tongue,
Because when you speak you pierce the atmosphere
With paper planes folded by your wisdom.
Your words are pungent, like mosaics of foreign colour,
They rest upon the palette of a dreamy painter,
Wistful in colour, even when you haven’t spoken at all.

The spectacular quiet,
Is where the stars rest above the atmosphere
And where you lose the voice of reason
As you stare into the clouds
Hoping to catch a different dream
Searching for sounds you’ve never heard
Wisdom will tell you that’s life at its best
And youth will tell say you’re at your worst
Time will always live for the chase
And reminiscence will cloud your judgment
But when there is nothing but silence
And the sky is asleep,
You’ll hear the voice of your impossible dreams
Singing it’s famous lullaby
Waiting until you shut your eyes
To take your worries for a flight
And teach you how to say goodbye

You anxiously pace the room
As you sit still lost in thought
Caught in a time loop
Running back and forth
Between your ambitions and anxieties
Your heart is constantly racing
As your mind is overthinking
You are lost in the present's darkness
Hoping to find your future
Somewhere in your past mistakes

The moon vanishes
As you surround yourself with anxiety
Whenever you turn your head
Towards a past shaded with regret

So, settle your restless heart
Turn towards the sky
Do you see it waiting?
Like a dim lamp
Waiting for recognition
Like a gift that will illuminate
The night that has fallen
Over your dreams

Destiny will smile at you once again.
The drought that has infected your heart
Will be washed away
With showers that rain down from your ambitions

‭I fell in love with words ‬
‭The ones that linger on your tongue ‬
‭The ones that colour your eyes ‬
‭And shy away from your voice ‬
‭Words that turn stale when they are left out in the sun ‬
‭And come to life when sapphire colours the sky ‬
‭And I wish to feel your words, to speak them‬
‭Steal them from your mind ‬
‭You have so much to say, but you’re still too shy ‬
‭And so the flowers start to wilt ‬
‭As they thirst for the thoughts in your eyes ‬
‭Because when you speak you bring rain for the droughts ‬
‭..............................................................­............‬

‭Oh beautiful soul, your face is not what defines you ‬
‭I won’t fall in love with the colours on your skin ‬
‭But rather with the letters on your tongue ‬
‭The ones that my heart loves to sing ‬
‭So never shy away, your speech is your soul ‬
‭I love you for your words, they make me feel whole ‬

Pave the uncertain roads for me, I’ll take your curiosity for a ride

And certainly I’ll fly through blurred out skies, a memory in my mind

As I drift off into a distant dream, I’ll keep the horizon close

Tell me when the sun starts to set, I must pack the stars and go

And bring a flashlight for when it’s dark, so that I can watch you glow

Oh dear old moon, take me home, Before it starts to snow

I’ll start my climb towards the tide, and listen to the mountains echo

They tell me dear, keep loving fear, it only brings us close

So take me on a journey, with the universe in my pockets

Take me by the hand, as we fall from the edge  

Towards an uncertain world

What are the things you hold onto?

lavender petals
and oceans of breeze
I twist wind around my fingers
because it’s so free
I cling on to departures
& doorway exit chats
I grip table conversations
where napkins fall to the floor
and we unknowingly
covered in crumbs and crumbled
pastry, coffee and lavender tea
I hold onto
friendships and moments
and when the ground starts shifting
I still
like static wind
like irony

Like milk, your soul
pours into the hearts around you,
and your memory leaves remnants
of honey on their tongues.  

Yet you do not know.

there it was,
the whole world
at your fingertips
and yet you chose
all the roads of broken glass
and abandoned winds
to plant this pain
in places that ache
for new trees
right here in this home
in this silenced soul
in these tired bones
somehow you chose
to walk with me instead
of running ahead

there it was,
all that I know
about love

I feel that same Sunday chaos
in the kitchen, fingers digging
into orange skin

a trailing scent of spring
citrus blooms into the air

here, in this moment
with one hand
and terrible penmanship
I write my name

and with the other
I hold the feeling
of missing things

I’ve been thinking about the night we would meet
And maybe it would go something like this:

the constellations would colour the sky with wonder
the stars would start falling like the rain from yesterday
the petrichor would seep deeper into my bones with each falling drop
The night would be endless and the moon would take me home
You would be waiting at end of a long day
Arms wide open and a smile on your face
You would bring a new story to read, a new world to face

So I’ll wait with the sun, until I slip away
Counting sheep and laying in my bed, I’ll finally understand what these wonderful nights could mean
This could be my last chance; to find a new  dream.

unpaved roads
where will we go
tumbling between brick and brick
latching on to a shoulder sack
filled to the brim with burden
in it we found places for memory
places for love and hope
places for fear and pain
and a big gaping hole
for the ever growing grief
that never seems to fall out
so we head to the lake
and to the sea
because the rocks we hold
are too big to try skipping
across puddles

Beyond the rolling hills,
A shy horizon awaits coloured in a savoury Himalayan pink
And you stand on the peak of a mountain
Practicing your introduction for when you meet destiny for the first time
The hairs on the back of your neck rise
Whenever you find yourself thinking about time
And memories fly around you, drawing their reflections into the irises of your eyes
Hand in hand with tomorrow you walk towards a new sky
A single cloud hovers over you, bringing with it a rainfall
To nurture the seeds of dreams you have yet to meet
And soon enough you’re gone as you fade into the haze,
running towards a melancholic cry with the future by your side
To meet destiny at the horizon line

It looks like adversity has gotten the better  of me.
I’m bruised, exhausted but I can hardly sleep.
The sun is unforgiving as it steals my shade.
Now I’m vulnerable right in front of your face.
My heart is always racing whenever I’m day dreaming.
My mind often floats away to another place.
I can’t seem to forgive you, I can’t seem to forget,
but I’ve been chasing your apologies alongside all my regrets.
It’s what makes me human when I’m running from your threats,
but your stare is so forgiving, your gaze floods my heart.
I’m lost in a trance that sets the world apart.
Trapped in my everlasting reality, but I found my way back.
Except, I forgot who I was on this endless rigid track.
I had it all wrong, now I’m the one to forgive.
I like to make myself the victim of your mindless tricks,
but dear time, you’re only playing your perfect role
Because it’s my fault,
I’m the one that forgot how to forgive my soul.

Take me to another time
When “grand” was small
And you were mine
Take me to the quiet nights
The ones that would keep me talking for days
Back to when the sun would shine
Straight into your lost eyes
And we would talk like morning birds

Back to when I’d miss your face
But now I tend to feel alone
When you’re here and when you’re gone
Now I seem to speak in silence
Whisper my dreams to your eyes
But you’re fading behind my walls
The ones you thought you tore down
They only got stronger with time
Take me back to when we were
Something that I’d never seen

But...

Now you’ve disappeared behind these walls
On your way to another dream

You’ve grounded yourself to match the subtlety of the earth’s morning shadows

Your heart feels swollen, it’s filled with love for the little things

And you can longer separate yourself from the line that divides love and hate

So you live your life using every lens available to look at foreign objects

And you find yourself overlooking a sea of borders, so you divide yourself into fragments

And now you stare at your reflection,
what are you besides fractals of foreign colour?

What are you besides lost in translation, waiting for a narrative?

So you rinse away the lines that separate your hopefulness and hopelessness

And you look towards the sea, somewhere in the distance, foreign shadows begin to erase the continental divides in your mind

And you take your first breath as someone....

....not something.

It’s the inimitable nature
Of a hand that is extended in love
To the one who walks with their thoughts  
As if an immeasurable weight rests on their shoulders

it’s the precise curvature of the smile
That an unfamiliar face gives
To the one whose heart pounds against their chest
After their voice projects into the open
When it's always just a whisper  

It’s the bed of relief that lies on the shoulder
Of a friend that offers it in goodness
To the one who never asks and always  listens

It is the heart of the outcast
That blooms into gardens
When they meet a soul
That takes them under their wing
So they too can fly
Without feeling the fall

Here, where they said something about the wind, and I opened my mouth wide for a storm that tasted like sailboats. There, where I stood behind curtains and danced around the idea of being free. Here, where I hopped between puddles, trying to find pockets in the road to bury the rocks from all the silence in my throat. There, where I first learned how it feels to hear yourself, to forgive yourself. Here, where I searched the shoreline, looking for a moon in the reflection and found a fragmented self. There, where I finally stuck my hand into the big belly of fear. Here, where I first learned that it was ok if you didn’t land on your feet. There, where I began to appreciate the weighted days more than light ones. Here, where I tore apart my words and swallowed their jagged edges. There, where I let things go, let things be. Here, where they said something about the wind and I kept my mouth shut, letting the storm pass.

I hide my fears behind thick walls,
Never letting you witness what it takes
For me to crack on the surface
And start to break

I fill myself with dreams I can’t hold
Cover my hands with words I don’t know
And hope that you can read into my soul
Searching for all my broken seams to sew

I can’t thank you enough for all that I am
You took me to the water, hand in hand
You ran your fingers along the kites
The ones with our names written on the lines

Now you have all the cuts on your hand
Yet a smile that never escapes your eyes
You’ve stolen every second I lost  
And gave me back my receding time

Water dripping down dark canals
I sit here expelling all the words soaked by my skin
Through the rainwater spout
Of this house I built
Foundations of fallen dreams
Rustle like newborn earthquakes under my feet


Something peculiar about these tainted windows
The goosebumps you left on me
The frame of this thesis that I have yet to write
About all the denial
and the six stages of grief that feast on my wrath


I am too far gone into the black
That I cannot forgive myself
For losing everything that made me
I threw our dreaming into the fire
and traded it for contentment


The pain of this aching desire
To become whole again
I threw it all into the fire
That burns this little house
And I carry the luggage
That you tied to my shoulders
with those arguments that sleep on my eyelids


somewhere I go, but nowhere creeps close
these maps are fading, and so are you
this exile is burning everything into ashes of tunnel vision
but what am I to do with these vestiges?
Seedlings of some light
The feeling of forest pine
The wandering scent of still fog


The petrichor under this damp earth
Calls my name and yours too
Should we just lay here on this black sand beach,
And build a new house from yesterday's dreams?

if by chance, with this spring
we go on to bloom
with new cuts
and citrus slathered over my hands
I bask in the beautiful scent
and tremble with the pain
just as you once said
It’s how things go
when life hands over  
the lemons and tangerines
we, barely prepared  
still coming into new shoes

But funny enough
here we are
I guess we never asked
the tulips and roses
how much it actually hurt
to burst through a bud
and bloom

I didn’t know how Infectious a smile could be,
Not until I saw the wrinkles on your cheeks curve into thick lines
Like the cursive ink flowing from a lovers pen.
The corners of your mouth began to rise like the morning sun,
your eyes reflecting the stars hidden behind a blue sky.
Your joy found it’s way to me somehow,
right when I thought it was impossible to forget my headaches.
Your light transformed me into a city scape.
All was forgotten for a few seconds,
As I admired your laughter from afar.
All was remembered when your eyes started glittering,
And my heart came back to life.
You were there, clothed in your sorrow,
Yet dancing hand in hand with happiness
Forgetting time, coming alive, and full of joy

To have forgotten
a thousand mornings of blaring sun

here, with April on the horizon
and a flit of transitional snow

my heart pulsing in my hands
my soul pulsing in my heart

here, with a new day on the horizon
here, with new places to go

to have remembered
a thousand evenings, a thousand endings

You’re awakening is always a beautiful one
It encompasses the adrenaline rush of life
And you tend to fade into the sunrise
As your back rests against your bed rest

You wonder where the morning goes
When you’re out searching for the colours of your dreams ...

...after you blink it’s nightfall
Because time is limitless, it’s a construct, a measurement
That feels undefined

you start to pour your body off the side
And You feel the blood in your veins shift
Your headaches start to disappear and reappear
And it’s time to once again run towards tomorrow

Until the day the morning never appears

holding little sewing pins
to flag and label
the delicate nerves
of reminiscence
and the friable folds
of understanding
we always stand here
put on spot
to answer, to name
what is laid before us
all its pieces and parts
and we always struggle
searching other eyes
to find a sense of comfort
that no one here
feels entirely sure
of how to go about it

You get lost navigating the corners of your emotions
Some days you’ll read a poetic interpretation of happiness
And you’ll be restless, just like the words described
You don’t know how the walls of mixed emotions could stand so tall
But now you’re here waving a white flag
Hoping that the windows would
Stop caving in.

But even you know,
That once you’ve surrendered yourself to your heart
You would feel whole again
But it’s the feeling of being lost
In a maze of emotions

Where purpose resides.

You would say something about the push and pull of every day. And we would plop down with ideas. Think of this and think of that.
Throwing words like imagine and wouldn't it be amazing out into the open. You would even make plans, with patterns and colours for something to go on your wall, your own wall, whenever you'd have a wall. How many of those open docs do you have on your computer, with half-finished chapters and riveting denouements? I know it's hard to believe the people we once used to be. And sometimes fistfuls of carpet can feel like your only way to grip onto the world. Sometimes it feels easier to tear yourself limb from limb than look for your voice. It feels easier to sink into your bed, asleep or searching for sleep than to walk the miles ahead. Waking up every morning, de-shelling yourself, and stepping outside of who you are and used to be can make your bones ache deeply. There isn't much to say about the push and pull of everyday, except that there is a wall, your wall, and it's blank.

Remember when we’d stare at the raining skies?
I remember how they would create collages on pebbles,  
And bring colour to your eyes
But they’ve been dull lately
And you reassure me as always
That you’re still warming up to the cold nights
Yet your heart is aching
You feel like you’re always trembling
Have you lost your purpose?
Or are you questioning your worth?
I’ve told you a thousand times to keep running,
But you always land in the dirt
I don’t think any words could lift you
Your wings are fading
You’re tired of fighting
You feel like you’re always lying


But if your soul needs igniting
Then I’ll tell you what,
You have a spark in your eyes
And it’s at your disposal...

playing catch with conversations
passing our thoughts
on the taste of the sea
and the way things glisten
under the glow of hindsight
this rain, feels all too maroon
and the roads, like veins
carry forward the spring gloom
I dusted off my shoulders
Just for this today
so, we could sit in the presence
of silence, and a quiet peace
with the pattering of a gentle storm
in between each heartbeat
bouncing between words and worlds
throwing out into the wide open
how we feel about time
just as it passes us by

up and over hills
we go, we go
but on the drive in
those hills
those wonderful hills
the ones that catch my breath
and lock it in their grass roots
the impossible to climb
but on the drive in
so wonderful to see