Terra Brigando
Such Tiny Lives

I never meant to exist outside
of a comma, it just so happened
that I stretched my arms and legs a little
too far off the page -
and now I’m here.

The world took shape
behind my back in a full-blown
lightening storm of predetermination.
Noon becomes local,
apparent, and then there are no shadows,
just as the time the whole sky
went blank, and my hand froze in the middle
of its journey home.

I never meant to love
with my head;
but since I’m here I guess it isn’t so bad.
Now, especially when the dunes shift their weight
against the shapeless measure of time,
I try to sit and recreate the feeling
of dropping
at the point when it felt the most real,
but I fail.