God

Id like to believe
this world exists beyond us
despite us
this weight was prepackaged
the delivery was not surprising
between our separation 
and halfhearted gestures

I’d like to believe
that despite its lacklustre moments
and hard-nosed accusations
that it’s not the end

Its just simple justice
people die trying
that sometimes never come up for air

Its what makes us better 
more humble
worth fighting for
something fantastic
more than we were yesterday

I’d like to believe
that before our second wind
that there was a first breath
there were strings
validating our emotions
allowing us to be
as we are

fallible
but beautiful
and made
to discover
and to let go
and to live outside ourselves
whenever we deemed beyond possible
possible

Fall

raking the brown together
pulling the orange into a perfect hump
the occasional red
scraping together the bits and pieces
the paint box of peeled split crayons
discarded on the lawn
trying to assemble something
I can draw together
and scoop up with two hands
to clutch onto
to sink my nose into
to breath
if only for a little while
before it dwindles through my fingertips
and life tosses its perfect mound
to the air
tilts back its mouth
and sighs heavily
into the wind.