Some nights
the secrets
will not open
for me
street light hits
the curtain
crazy amber
dripping
from trees
I will never
climb
doors that will
not close
out the sound
have you ever been
fossilized like this?
Eyes skyward
fingers interwoven
drinking up dust
in the memory room
car lights in the
distance
inconsolable
loneliness of travel
and great undoing
where was I
going with all
of this?
Do you think
there’s hope
for the fallen?
Are we too crushed?
Are we not crushed enough?
Is it enough yet?
Is this what you wanted?
What you needed?
