though it's a different season
since then, i can recall
with precision
my drive over the width of Texas
to home in California
there are things i could never be
prepared for
(like the tears on my brother's face)
step onto the plane
even though in this analogy
this part is the freefall
words always struck me
hard
across all the sentiments
i've been handed and trusted with
but there are poeple
full of quirks and surprises
that replace real art
better than breath
my heart's been stolen
stored for safekeeping
in a cage of steel
so that the speed of time
can't erode the intent
my existence had strained
to hold, not drag
through each arriving
then departing
day that turns every end
into my newest beginning
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem