Time away from poems
Birthed seminal disrepair
A nursery of experiences
Waiting to be chosen
Who will be picked first?

Rocky trails
Kill me with my weak ankles
Buzzing in the tree limbs
Branches break

My eyes shut
To hear breathing,
Nature sings
As my heart rests

Here come the waves
Churning the veteran sailors
Into young men
As they throw themselves off
Into the ocean

But one man stays on the boat
He unearths a small rock
A gift from his mother
Smooth, grey, rigid

The flood begins
As the crest soars to the sky
He releases his breath
And never drops the rock

How a watery foundation assuages
A crater in the ground
Over millenia
A way to push our insides outward

Together one last time
In a house with white walls
And no roof
But to see the blue sky
New furniture burns
As the walls scream to be painted