Look up
Drink up the whole night sky
Feel its weight pour down upon
your cheeks
your eyes
and stain your favorite shirt
while you attempt to do two things at once
Images reflect
course upon course
Someday you will dance
Work becomes apparent and your
place within it
There is no time limit
for making amends
singing heart-felt songs
or speaking a special word in an
English accent
Sound shapes its special burden
Who gave it weight and force and mass?
Why can the songs that men sing lift you up?
Why can they draw you down?
Why can we drown?
Who told the waves to move
and to keep moving?
Why does water work together,
rolling up against your neck and shoulders?
You don’t go out in bad weather
You can’t breathe beneath the shower
You don’t bother with the blue
fascinations you outgrew
The Replanted Writer 