Up down
the hill that I just keep
finding my feet
flowing but I can't stop
and my knees
lock and bones grind
breaking my teeth
forced into falling down and down
but an up comes, yeah?
do you know
when the rivers flow back
and my heart
finds its beat and the woods sing again

I'm not sure,

and my arms
outstretched towards the endless sky
I weep for the moon and mostly
for you--

--LNM
(12.01.2016)