Morning Musings #1.2

So ... T. A. Kamili has also fallen prey to my forced writing habits. lol. i mean once she understood what the rules were. this is our poem from the other day ... remember, SUPER and I did one on the same topic.

sometimes you wake

and find yourself

soil

loose

and falling

fast through fingers free

and not your own

unearthed

crashing down into you

meeting your

selves as

oceans expanding width-wise

then upwards

chasing moons

sometimes you stop

to seize

this moment

and even it has shifted

into itself

a distant dream

of sand

and salt

a tactile memory of what once was

and now seems

more out-of-body

than experience

a touch-and-go encounter

with the third shift gods

sometimes you pray

the second chance goes

a lot like the first

maybe faster

less structured

more bones to the milk

with sparkling cinders left at the edges

for guiding posts

and fence rails

for barbed wire

and jagged teeth

something sharp to hold you close

sometimes you wake

to find yourself falling

sometimes the falling

is the dream