Words&Dirt

it’s a wave that blows and blasts us,
sends us out, tousled,
enduring the marred matter of
motive

it’s a hum that rides and wrecks us,
pulls us home, spent,
wandering the cobbled course of
confusion

when i stepped, and you stepped, and we stepped,
creases ceased and blood began
when i stepped, and you stepped, and we stepped,
creases ceased and breath began

regain the stem of consequence,
forgive the sunset’s slight
retrace the path from which it went,
take rest now in that light

when i stepped, and you stepped, and we stepped,
creases ceased and blood began
when i stepped, and you stepped, and we stepped,
creases ceased and breath began

it’s a pulse that calms and calls us,
speaks our name, gently,
cloaked in the grim-edged grain of
god

it’s a tone that toys and taunts us,
takes us in, laughing,
swept by the retreating tide of
time