The World Needs More of This…

the rise of day

the morning crumbles
between spaced fingers
a fine dust
an uneasy lover
waiting
hoping
needing another word
a touch to make it whole

much like us

you

me

balls of living, breathing matter

pull the dust from the cracks
wet it down
mold it
make it something new –
something better –
something only you will know

cradle it in your arms –
your newborn day –
until it can walk teetering
into the night
where its only destiny

is to die again

and await its rebirth

breaking the binds of social media (haiku)

removed from my phone
freedom! – this feels like step one
goodbye bird and book

Manifesto

Always find a way to let go of things.

Always.