Aphorism #17

Once we find the light in the dark
Pull the cord, lets start again
The clock runs out, set the dial back to zero
There’s still time for us to begin

How quickly we become accustomed to a new land
Broken roads familiar
Horizons known & comforting
Some gradual, others gaping
The distance beyond shadowing
The distance at hand
The million hands reaching
The million hands pushing away–

Can each individual of millions span the cleft that
One might know the mutual adoring of kinship?

“I have never been here before:
My breath comes differently, the
Sun is outshone by a star beside it.”

The million hands reaching
The million hands pushing away–

Feeling my pulse quicken, a heart sailing
Gripping ever-so-tightly, afraid to let this feeling go
Seeing through newborn eyes, this world gleaming
Tasting these bitter winds
Words on the tips of severed tongues

Flying in
Boats on the water
Became torch lit beacons
And I followed them

“I have never been here before:
My breath comes differently, the
Sun is outshone by a star beside it.”

You’re not alone
These hands will lift you up