Heart’s Rebar
The world tilts.
Does it make you dizzy?
Does it make you want to jump?
I can only speak for myself and say yes, scuffling a path through gravel to hear
my thoughts, to provide evidence of them
until the next brain-
storm washes them away. Was the world once smooth as new skin, did it smell
pure as that, as my children’s new-born scalps? I hope so. I have to believe
that if I look hard enough, I’ll find some green.
I scraped my knee here once, praying or falling. I carried
a pebble beneath my scab
and it was not a bad thing.