i am still a child, uncertain.
pendulums, the way of shared
and unbroken love.
about me and this other me, fickle and undying,
let them read of stones and leaves underneath
the passing of strangers.
how i come to this place, knowing there is only the quiet of my heart,
the slipstream of bodies rushing into water, the press of sun my solitude,
the scouring of sand my roots to this earth.
i want this touch to last forever. i want this daylight to cover me
with more than warmth, more than a glimmer of protection,
an invocation of forgiveness and compassion.
let these stars ignite, spinning in their seemingly perpetual ease,
let them spin and burn and wonder at humanity, at the frailty
of seeking without a vision, of consciousness