"another day"

another day

it didnt feel right
not to swing

swing away meril

god wiggling through the fissures
the wink to what we have been all along

a pad of perfect contact
for family

what would take advantage—
more terribly so—
full stop

providence
smacks out at invasion

The comorbidity
the perfect storm—
a making for grace

its not that we wont make it
its that we keep being shocked
when we do

to face pain
to reconcile the impossible

peace

and the dominoes of tragedy
cued

a thorn
a thistle

an aching side

and willingness
to step through

the register
in the eyes of a brother

the silent permission
to be star

shooting—

breaking
on arrival

the neighbors

the echo

an unrelated threat
bigger than the difference

and there—

the slow motion moment
of visible synchronicity

you see it

all of it

the pain
unaltered

and still—
a way through

mountains lowering

valleys
raising up

the path
not clearing

but becoming

and in the background

and in the air

and in the pulse

love

it was never for you at all

so swing away

roll it up
hold it steady

paint
what survives the burn

swing away meril
until you cant

and when the body empties
when the arms fall quiet

notice

something still moving

through the fissures

the leak
of a survivors grace

damned fool