year zero

year zero

it was 

a realization that

came 

when i looked around

and found 

i had no one to tell.

to believe 

what is given, 

but i am

more blood than bone--

i know that 

in some place

we can be whole--

maybe where

the sun meets the sea, 

pinprick reflections 

like the shine

in our eyes.

where the 

woodline pales,

their furred tips

tickling the sky.

but for now

don't ask me 

for answers,

we can 

be steady

and look for rapture

behind the stove,

twist our hair 

into knots--

good luck charms

to leave behind

on the waiting floor.

with mouths 

shaped like prayers,

for

we are 

but sinew and hope.