Hitting the atmosphere

I am a space capsule
Hitting the atmosphere
Not just a thought
I ride out the friction
Jolting sensation
Massive speed firing on
All cylinders at once
The sheer magnitude  

Overwhelmingly
Loud, fast, raw
Human sensation
My system was offline
Now it re-enters
The sky, the world
Makes it back down
To solid ground

Pine Away

 

When you cannot paint

Because every line you draw is too heavy

For the weightlessness

You portray

 

When you cannot write

Because every letter is too bold

For the quietude

You hold

 

When you cannot sing

Because every sound is too thick

For the song

On your tongue

 

When you cannot fly

Because every limb is too heavy

For the sky

You pine 

Away

 

 

A Lake not Knowing

 

Throwing all the waves at you

It isn’t fair

Let me try to clean up 

My spillover

Clear the air

Open a window 

Give you and me some space

A shelve that isn’t sorted yet

A cup that still asks to be filled

A lake that does not know

Who lives inside its currents

Who has measured its depth

A lake not knowing that it is an ocean

Maybe it could be a pond

Let it be a shallow creek for the moment

Let it be only one corner

Take a look at what lives inside

Just in that tiny puddle 

Our lives

Secretly grateful

 

Being secretly grateful

For the refusal of a flat lie

Refusing to flinch

Refusing to apologize

Refusing to shrink into

Entangled explanations

Retreating gracefully 

Just a breeze in 

The starry night sky