1/15/2009

Roots

When the journey
becomes dark, we turn
back to our roots.

Pulled and pumped,
our blood conserves
itself by slowing down.

Secretly, the heart
becomes thick and numb.
It's bones are breaking.

And how it is we change
from eager-eyed to grief,
from love to agony, ask

the tiny bird hidden
in the poplar trees.

1 comment:

Matt said...

Your choice of words and images really hits me. It's a physical impact. Thanks!