like mountains that push their way slowly upward
fingers prying at the edges of frayed paper
tongues dry from ******* hot air
my heart beats in my neck and wrists
and i know
how one can cross vast plains on wheels of love
pulled and pushed towards an end
impossible and distant.
how one can lay spent, exhausted
doubting what is meagerly ours.
counting what is lost and gained.
living and dying as desert river
at the whim of the wheel.
like mountains moving by inches towards the coast,
nostrils flared by the acrid smell of burning life,
eyes red from looking and looking,
my flesh tenses
and i know
how one can settle to birth an immigrant wind
and change without knowing,
half way home,
the place and direction we travel.
our name and kinship,
perfect water.
until the final lovely steps
and we lay asleep in the arms
of our past.
like mountains falling,
tops rounding with time,
eyes focused on coming showers,
lungs full and clean,
my heart beats in my neck and wrists
and i know.
that this instance, this place, these hands and arms that
soon will rest,
shall work and make and design and drive
and i know
that this time was the perfect time
to have stood with you and carved our names
in the rock that is our history.
Sep 23, 2025
Sep 23, 2025 at 2:16 AM UTC
like mountains that push their way slowly upward
fingers prying at the edges of frayed paper
tongues dry from ******* hot air
my heart beats in my neck and wrists
and i know
how one can cross vast plains on wheels of love
pulled and pushed towards an end
impossible and distant.
how one can lay spent, exhausted
doubting what is meagerly ours.
counting what is lost and gained.
living and dying as desert river
at the whim of the wheel.
like mountains moving by inches towards the coast,
nostrils flared by the acrid smell of burning life,
eyes red from looking and looking,
my flesh tenses
and i know
how one can settle to birth an immigrant wind
and change without knowing,
half way home,
the place and direction we travel.
our name and kinship,
perfect water.
until the final lovely steps
and we lay asleep in the arms
of our past.
like mountains falling,
tops rounding with time,
eyes focused on coming showers,
lungs full and clean,
my heart beats in my neck and wrists
and i know.
that this instance, this place, these hands and arms that
soon will rest,
shall work and make and design and drive
and i know
that this time was the perfect time
to have stood with you and carved our names
in the rock that is our history.