January 14, 2013

lost inside the skin of ourselves.


that day was cold and glorious
the trees stretched like dinosaurs
waking up after a hundredzillionyear sleep
their bones cracking
like branches,
like broken
limbs.

i ran in the wind
smiling inside
laughing outside
dancing in my hair strands
as they 
lifted 
attempting
to flee
this old head
these old thoughts,
tangled and rusted
like some barbed wire
on a wall
in Germany
where i used to 
live.

where i used to 
dance 
under another 
clouded sky

so free.