(the wild life)

September 5, 2016

i’ve got nothing but my heavy heart to hold me down

when it falls apart~any day now i can hear the cracks forming in time like a ticking clock ~ there’s no telling where i’ll go

maybe i’ll swim with rotten mermaids beneath your feet

or i’ll float up to the summer night sky and wrap myself in starlight and cicada hums

maybe i’ll sleep in the curl of a raindrop and dream of marigolds

while i hurtle ever closer to the worms in the earth

maybe i’ll sit in a volcano and wait for it to erupt

maybe i’ll flow through a canyon like a windriver

there’s nothing certain except for that i can go anywhere and still belong nowhere

there’s no home for a wild thing without a heart