in the streets there are
many people sleeping and
many scared to sleep

scared, frightened, anxious
worried, jittery, nervous
“will i be okay?”

just another push
swings legs a little higher

just another push-
the uphill boulder moving

out toward the light,
fear of illumination,

just another push
breaching through the battle lines,

stretch and mark the mound
of burial in reverse,

just another push
and two sets of lips will scream-
an infant third to join them.

today, i will write
the fantasies in my head
only through the air