The buzz in ears, feeling only
Sand against toes, the roughness of it underneath nails, in eyes
Light a candle, feel the way lungs expand to the glow of flames,
melting wax like smooth honey
Watch the way the sun sets in the evening, kissing the edge of the horizon.
While you're at it, look for an escape, search the attic, slice through the packing tape
Of old cardboard boxes,
Because you might find it there but instead you
Find yourself in the fleeting years,
Shining eyes, the soft flesh underneath them dark with insomnia
Songs half-sung on lips, the curve of ribs above heart
That's your birthright so keep it safe, tuck it in the pocket of your pretty blue jeans or
In the locket of your flight, but be careful
Your head doesn't quite fit that bicycle helmet
If you fall you'll skin your knee and slam
against the whitewashed fences,
against green grass.
Then, the buzz in ears. Feeling only...