Last year dawn was molded against the sky,
people whispering behind walls slouched in sunlight.
The world was failing in their minds,
dandelions no longer seeping into
pristine skyline.
The ground was crumbling.
And yet…
they could not
look back.
So beautiful-
tumbling in the space of sunlight
this new ability to fall past rivers
staring at the underside of
jaded light, foggy
in reminder of chaos
that no one wanted to remember.
and only after did they realize
their hands were slack against the walls
they’d sheltered the world with. |