#upheave
We spread our blanket on uneven
ground, bodies embracing in descent,
They lay on the boxcar floor,
fingers twisted, clutching slats.
Transfixed by the spell of evening,
limbs entwined, interlaced,
Barbed wire punctured palms
faces creased as in old photographs.
We stretched in dawn’s light,
poured coffee out of cups,
and left as it merged with the dust.
Bones upheave ground
unsheathed fingers
clotted with soil.
Copyright © 2003 Gary Brocks
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 9:45 PM UTC
As the world heaves and crashes around you
Can you keep your feet?
Will you balance, as flexible as a willow
Or suffer painful defeat?
When the ground quakes
And you've got the shakes
From memories, so bittersweet
Can you keep your feet?
As the ocean roars
And dams leak
When hurricanes rage
And floorboards squeak
Can you keep your feet?
When others talk behind your back
Ambush with ferocious attack
Will you have the courage to speak?
Will you be able to keep your feet?
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 1:53 AM UTC