I know if left alone
I would fall from the sky
Of a different world,
I fell long ago from my
Birth sky of blue serenity
And migrated to a place
Of mystery
Where shoes fall like raindrops and laces grow
Into barbed vines
Giving each seeker on the
Other side shallow breathing
Hanging on while bleeding
Peering over surrounding
Hills of weather beaten shoes
Piled spectacles of eyes
long melted
Tons of warm clothing
Hand stitched
Before the world went cold
Mountains of luggage rotting
Traveled the final journey
Masses of bone
Still gripping the handles,
Somewhere in disbelief
Cut down uncles and aunts
And cousins
Run their fingers through
Time’s shining curly locks
Silken cheeked
Seedlings doomed
To remember
Must carry
The stench and brown edges
Of a blue iridescent sky
