Detachment

Detachment 

This is the wise way

The water drips 

Near the edge of 

The broken step- 

The snake tongue in

Rhythmic harmony 

Bricks break open 

Flying like chips.

Smoke rising along 

The meadow.

The river scoured 

From sticks in the last

Storm.

Paper boats in the river

Remember the monkey 

As the bicycle tire folds 

Into a rock there is 

Fortitude 

As all is forgiven.

I place my palms 

Up towards

This divine pulse.

How can a thing 

Be so wounded 

By something 

As simple as 

As the word-

Yes.

Shattering crystalline 

Vases filled with roses

Fall onto the carpet

The blood bubbles on 

Your wrist. Petals and glass 

Cling to the edges of your

Broken sky

How the cracked 

facade threatens to 

lay into the old farmhouse 

The pigs scatter

The grass flattens under 

their cracked hooves

Cascades of frogs cling 

to the leaves along 

the waterway into 

The forgotten tunnel.

The cows swarmed 

by flies-their indifference 

Maddening

The maple trees hug 

Me forever and I 

Remember the one thing

As ants whisper their 

secrets within the 

scent of your smokey breath