(UN)BALANCED

 (UN)BALANCED

I am lost, and without words.

The family transports 6 million pieces 

of angst into every room. Harbors grudges.

I cannot cope with their collective trauma, 

but I am not bitter, perhaps bittersweet.

Only the iron tracks of the train

will beg to defer to derailment. 

Last night I watched a constellation

dazzle the horizon with light.

The silver center of the Milky Way

was a talisman. My sorrow, forgotten.

I was a lone candle by the river,

flickering in the summer breeze.

The ears of the night were listening

to coyotes under a full moon. I dreamt

there were rivers of singing stones.

The Apurimac's Andean tears

wept in glaciers, creating pigment

with the tumbled rhythm of stones.

July 23, 2015

rev. 11/19/15

Something found on my iPad. I don't remember writing it. So I rewrote it.