Fat birds in the lawn to greet me
just before twilight when the blades are cool and the earth exhales in shadow
Engine idling
Solo piano swelling in the cab
in my chest
I crack the window
A break in the dam
for notes to spill
into infinite space
unnoticed by gravity
I like to imagine treading there in that dark matter
waiting with a child’s grin
as the melody draws near and advances deeper still
above my tiny skull
resting like the eye of a needle upon black tapestry
I look down again
wonder at the beautiful stranger who bled this song
at the miracle of our world
water to drink
rocks to gather like bread crumbs home
cracks in the concrete
for plants to begin again
Sobriety Poet 