In finely grained nonchalance, a subtle evolution has split me open. I rise from leathery exuvia, latest chapters lived and sorted. Home, misty morning webbed in lapis lazuli and down, unveils its still life: mater familias, black coffee, first fire - in silence to hold my reverence for half past four. Jupiter has entered Scorpio, melts me together. Love wants to return, every chapter and verse gentled within my fault lined family. Collected - a bitter biography to galvanize me, an old hen to hunker down, wait out the storm, water snakes to wrap my wounds, an itching heart. I’ve built a rugged gravity of warts and tears, it waxes like neap tide - things neglected are still ballast. These tiny shells of forgettable days crunch underfoot - I have sand in my teeth, and fruit heavy in easy reach. Here is a cloud bank of dawn along the horizon - pink and florid. A universe to unfold me, a new skin.
Kinetic Poetry - Subject to change without warning.