You can call home

You

stand

pierced by the sound she makes

bleeding internally from a pointed attempt on your soul.

heartache wraps you in

heartbreak cracks your lens

shatters favorite memories of beloved friends

hopelessly stranded on island thin

balancing with untied shoes,

on top of the Golden Gate Bridge.

Rue the day moms not around

the day dads scent cannot be found

the day the grass overgrows the flowers

when the tools begin to rust

the shingles begin to rot

the kitchen machine forgot

and the scent is not your own.

snap back to where you are

Reach into your pocket

and fumble through your love notes

to find your phone

and call home.

You

are free to make mistakes

to fall from a sky awake

with fireworks 

for a spirit that wakes

a water that has had to wait

an apple tree begging to shake
party. smile.

Grab your things,

your raincoat and notepad

pencils and pens

small group of blue hatted friends

coffee house grinds

and straights open ends

and party.

Scream from your lungs deep.

soar from the edge of the sea

know that you got a net

and reason to be

love from your heart

resounding source

black hole deep

see through transparent doors

and revisit some day.

everyone is alive