TN to PHX 2.10.15
these are dark times we are living in.
today we rose above the clouds and i got
the proof i’ve been looking for.
these dark times, we are living them,
and while the sun is still there, for all her efforts
the land remains still
these patchworks lands,
this quilted country of my own,
watch me fly over the lands where my
fathers died -
watch me fly over the land that lays dry and fallow,
watch me fly over your heart and hand as they
work to burn the last of the suns’ evidence -
as the smoke signals an ongoing truth that heavy air,
that light air, that
any air corroborates.
we are sad and we are lonely.
we are lost in a darkness that abides long below and
long behind the soul’s last and longest, most accurate truth.
we are lost but i ask that we may be found -
through a broken ozone, through a clouded sky,
through a dusty line along your longest standing dreams.