Poems are important

August 12, 2014

I wrote this sometime around April 5th and took a few months to finish it. 



The sky looks like the sea,

(there is so much to remember)

the reeds glitter in the breeze,

the wind does what it will


Some people, they walk in circles 

each night until the Breath allows

them to recoil away from themselves.

Some people, their insight runs too deep. 


The fog drunkenly meanders toward 

the shoreline. There could be fog 

one day (they warned), the gulls

appear unsuspecting as always  


Some people, their Achilles Heal

is in their chest. Some people, 

they beat beat beat so hard 

in order to love this life


The sun reaches for the horizon 

aches (to swallow whole) the

Lighthouse twists its bulb on

the descending dark 


Sometimes, what rises from 

the dust could never grow branches 

with enough shelter to guard against 

shrapnel falling from the inside


Sometimes, people put joy 

on like a coat, just like tree bark 

around all of those rings, 

forming a protective shell 

for the most sorrow

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Christine Jozitis