when i was young i lived in
little windows

i stood on chairs
and reached and touched ceilings

pulsing on the everglow
with all things within and between
i curse the moment that left me here alone
but excuse the ones i carried in

measuring waves with fingers
watching through portholes at the blank eyes
of leviathans
waiting for next year

what to say to the sky under such dark moods?

i drift off in my palm, cracked in a nook and
separated from my home,
but home is a world
where the walls survive a night of sleep

i’m nervous, even in my dreams where i am
invincible and free,
even in my mind where
i am accepting and courageous