Two Poems

lightness

I’d imagine the northern hemisphere is bleeding that there are stones in the sky unwinding into light no touch, no tear

I am a quarter of what I wish I was and the rest is what I am start the thread of my beginnings my own unfurling did you know darkness the passing cloud inside you beauty down on the bottom of a well in the cave of a mountain call there, listen it was only a something a part more than its parts I believed was there a part of me I lost in trying spanning beyond the outside of what is given gather I am the touch of moss brittle leaves, forgotten fall I am the hair against my shoulders my bitter tongue collapsing the hazard of a canyon a diver’s breath I’d imagine that the infinite sky is within me too my blood dusted with stars brilliant light apothecary sun sticking to my lips

fissure

bloodlet what was space breath of air comma shifting foothill turned

we are made of echoes large chasms in the heart where the blood won’t go but still it sings