And to say the least, I’m still,
A canvas floating in the air, as a city is pushed
Into the hungry mouth of a burning river.
Sometimes, they say, beauty is in the air around you,
And I forget breathing.
Bones like fish compete to swim,
And a mother becomes a body finishing the race.
But that is not certain, and to say the least,
I’m still – a breeze stuck between falling leaves,
A shadow caught beneath a wish
A dance sometimes forgotten
By a blade.