I'm aimless now
wandering through helpless days
searching intersections and afternoons
looking for light

these bones wish to give up
become one with the ground
like the sleepless whose roots
are found in broken pavement

I've called for a sign
a promise to one day fulfill
direction in the wake of danger
relief above this failure

scriptures have been recited
to calm the internal wind
prayers fell from bleeding lips
sometimes too late

the city's muted color
from congregations of clouds
above this wanderer
lost but still looking