Buoyancy

On a wing

Or a wave

A plummeting bird

Or

Sinking ship-

that’s saved

Flying, not falling

It’s a siren-calling

The longing comes later,

A song sung

from Future’s daughter

Floating on Air

Buoyed by Sea

On a wing

Or

On a wave

It’s who we dare

Be

The Color Brown

Climbing out of that mud pit

I reach for the sun and a stray root

Against the brown dirt sky

When water starts falling from above

In the form of a curse

I steady my footing again -straining,

Reaching up

But this time my fingers are crushed

Under a determined weighty soul