Standing in shock, emotionally pummeled,
My life a wooden house washed into the sea,
Lashing waves peel the clapboards and the sea takes it.
The fabric of my being slides in tatters over my fingers.
She bundles the strips and ties them to a kite made of prayer.
Hand in hand we watch it rise.
I see everything I had leave as I grasp all I need.

The glowing cross
Framed in black skeletons with
Tattered green flesh flapping in the wind
It guards the fall
Beyond, the peaks where fire rises
Lighting the sky
Bending knee, bowing head
God is here

Low gold sun
White angels float by
Do I grieve

Blood red sky
Fire in your eyes
Comes the storm

When we enter this life, we cry.
If someone loves us they smile and laugh, we took our first breath.
When we leave this life, we cry.
If someone loves us, they frown and cry, we took our last breath.

Five, seven, five, held in
Syllabic prison, save me
Subjectivity

On the verdant field,
Where stone flowers grow, spirit
And human rejoin