Rising from my bed
I realize the night is young.
My balcony offers a hand,
I am a limbless man.
Outside, trees and birds weep.
Stars and trash cans sleep.
A man befriends the darkness,
Strips naked, gives her his clothes.
Rats grow their furs longer
And longer until they become houses.
The sea lists names
Of spirits who hold regrets.
A homeless teenager loses his mind
To the great emptiness within us.
Deer in the mountains dream
Of eating more than grass.
A woman walks into the wind
Carrying the book of a thousand languages.
You in your light become holy.
Candles light your path to the mountains.
Lying down on my bed
I explore the edges of insomnia.
I roll a loaded die.
I’m done taking chances