fall

the sun set trees on fire,
releasing dying embers,
pirouettes in the wind.

i count them,
like i count the minutes
until the day ends, like
i will count the dust
on that last day, when
i can look up a final time
from underneath it all.

there are no faces above me tonight.
just a sky too big for my tired eyes.

i breathe in my mirrored flight,
a crisp wind caresses my fall–
i exhale out the marvel of
ever existing at all.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s