spiral

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I

wait for every sunrise,

think

how has this not already been named

poetry

 

I

jump start

when your shadow flirts with my skin

 

I

spend too much time

drowning in my own head

so saltwater kisses

feel like liberation

 

I

call risks the worst option

as if I don’t take them every step anyway

 

and yes I am supposed to be your wings

but I have never been cleared for takeoff

and yes I am supposed to be your savior

but I can’t get off the ground

 

I

abandon ship

at a glimpse of sunset

 

I

hold your hand through

the whole world

we dance in

every biome

every skipped rock

worrying about how my skin feels

and forget to take

all the pictures

 

I

don’t want to call this

a swan song

but I keep hearing

the damn birdcalls

 

I

make a patchwork out of all the what ifs and if onlys and could have beens

and throw it over us and maybe

 

I bet

then we will be enough

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 11/30/21

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I love the way the poem

I love the way the poem builds to its very powerful conclusion, and how you use commonplace items---available to anyone---to create the emotional complexity of the poem.  This is really excellent!


Enjoy effulgent days, and exquisite nights,

unto the exultations of Heaven.

Starward