Fire Falls

Fire falls from the sky.

Cindy picks up her ukulele and cries.

This is how it ends, she sings.

Silently, into the airless wind

Bobby clear some wasps with a torch.

They keep on flying into the jet a flame.

The desire to get home is so strong.

That it can kill you on your doorstep

Billy stirs the elixir into his juice.

It will go down sweetly and slickly and smooth

The desire to feel whole can be so fierce

That you try to take the shortest way home

Like ants, we must rebuild our lives as they are falling apart

Next grain of sand falling through the narrow pass

Never to be returned to the top of the glass.

We have not inherited the whirlwind

We are quiet storms, ever slowing.

And this is our song.

A heartbeat matters.

If you want it to

We start out as jellyfish

Or fiddlehead ferns

Something unfolding

Something growing

In dark water

An isthmus in an inland sea

Connected to the mainland

Via a pulsing causeway

A bridge between worlds

Reaching out to the other shore

A heart murmurs

A tiny little metronome

Counting off the beat

Measure by measure

Wondering where the final rest will fall

The defeat of a soul

Something unborn remains

It’s just a matter of when the cord is cut

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