Feeling no wind
in palpable air
take risks again
painful longing for days
taken for granted
Will this moment in time
abstract serenity until silence
is broken by the roar of jet engines.
-over one hundred tadpoles in a broken pool.
-what will happen when they grow legs?
Will it be the ten plagues all over again?
This star is shrugging off rays of light now shining
on this roof, but only for a little while.
While my heart strings spread
each root will overtake me,
and all of these thoughts
will be for naught.