Strike the Sky, a meditation


Have you ever heard the wind siren through the

camphor? Seen its sociable branches strike

the sky? They look harmless, and your mouth will 

water. But those sumptuous, black berries will

kill you.

 

Even magma simmers beneath the earth in

silence, and lava snakes through 

fractures. Should I have kenned the

explosion? Ingested the  judgment before

spitting it out?

 

Before she left, the heavens swept me dry as a summer

bone. I didn’t know I wasn’t breathing until the resolve

to keep her close began to stink, pinned my nostrils flat

against the stench. Betrayal comes from the

bowels.

8 thoughts on “Strike the Sky, a meditation

    1. Hi Jessica. Thank you. I couldn’t seem to write long sentences this morning, and I realized it was because of this. I appreciate you coming by for the resurrection.

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