It Looks Like Nothing Is Broken Poem by Justin Tallman

The darkness coils
spiraling disaster
along for the ride
screaming
wishing for the crash
wetting your taste
for broken glass
and splashing
salty eyes

But some how
you land on your feet
feline resilience
feeling just fine
standing tall
and swaying
with the current
of change

There is no ending
no closing hard cover novel
just pages waving
tickling the thumb

And from word to word
flashing through your pupils
you color in the gray
a fleshy, spongy brain
glows bright and hopeful
in the shades of motion
and life