Wire

taut wire

Below,

ink slimes its black

and worms trails

in souls with words

scratched indelible,

pithy as coal

Above

oxygen breathes colour

and swims in silky

tides billowing,

angels in tow

while

Between,

I

stretched taut,

frayed wire hung

from precipitous

mantle, reach

for what

is mine

In the Breaking Place

rudbeckia bud

 

She raises weary hands high,

knowing that if she aims for

heaven, she just might touch God.

.

Tendons stretch beyond breaking

point, in the places  where pain

collides with grace; she feels buds

.

Tear and in the ripping, birth

laughs at the Fall, defies this

gravitational downward

.

Spiral, dictatorial

dead-weight. Thirsty soul seeks sun

and in the breaking place, blooms.