At Ten
Ten years on
wistful
tiny bits of sleep
tiny kick feet
tiny voice
I’m obsessed with death
When will his light pop off?
I watch him from the negative shape
horses legs create
He traveled to the tree lightening made
a dark place can be reached by climbing high
then inside
where the strange lovely amphibians live
in black water they disappear to breathe
They’ll never be seen by the wild dogs
in this field of grassy swamp stars
Near your tears and your branded arm
that reads: ugly
I ache for the memories you tell us
your mouth barely moves your words
your hands run through your stubbled hair
Moments before you witnessed our friendship
So you dove in
to your most vulnerable place
I wish for you to come home to the kisses you want
For the safest hugs
for the life that makes you giggle and grow
Overwhelmed because sometimes it’s so hard to get
to those soft places
Spirit farming for gold
bright shiny unreachable fields
To plow new
new
new
rows
Heartshapedsky 