An arpeggio of your soul,
broken between each memory.
Crests of waves, at the peak
downward spiraling
effortlessly,
fathoms below your highest worth.
You begged to the clouds
to hold your head at bird’s eye.
In your anguish,
just when the water has keeled your view,
Lights begin to emerge, foggy,
masked by the approaching
night. The light crescendoes over the water, creating
opacity among the stars.
Portraits of your ancestors
quite disparaging when you look them in the eyes,
return to your mind,
swelling up in your thoughts.
To trust
unsteadiness— you
vowed you never would
waltz with the unforeseeable.
Yet here you are,
extracting each realm of your life
into zones of matchless chords.
