I
ain’t no right way ain’t no wrong
just the “common” and something other
II
along the wall where flowers cling
straddling the line of rule between
one foot in the white space each side
toes exploring water warm riverside
a heart little, cracked, still, thrumming low
headspace spatially in the ether flow
once a warrior, now she knows the calm
once, words were life blood warring
to spill forth from crevices exposing
raw bones of grieving
of blood on my lips
a scarring
from decisioning too young
my only what-if
yestermorrow, a let-me was uttered
reminiscent of a youth spent
yearning flailing
mourning of a thing palpable…
reigned in, I looked-about
at the Sweetness
of little paws dreaming;
thinks nestled to a thrumming
gratuitously, I’ve been given
and words like life
can unfold the only way they will