Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Between Cracked Walls

Between Cracked Walls


My home floats,
within its walls, no land
to drop my roots.
It sails between dense clouds 
of feathers. It's doors
and windows open
like eyes gazing at the moon
glowing over rooftops.

The photographs hanging 
on its cracked walls
sing your farewell 
to the love I nestled. 

My grandfather clock
twists and tangles its needles.
My sisters cry
at the foot of its bent shadows.
The echo of its tic-tac 
loud in their ears. 

My home roams in my dreams
until all that's left are lullabies 
sung by my mother, a ray of light 
shooting through a starless sky.


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