Finches Step Outside
Step outside
This hasn't happened in a too-long time
A new warm wind has pulled your soul from mine
Disintegrating into green
Fields of flies
They wave their wire wings against my thighs
My eyelids, weapons against all un-kinds
It makes me wonder where you've been
Through the pines
Across the coast
Chase the ocean-line
My toes are tapping
As your words unwind
I've stayed exactly where I stand
And when we stop
It feels as though
We're rolling backwards
Down the road
When I'm still
My chest implodes
My eyes rolled backwards
Rolling backwards
Back inside
I study miles of atlas pages
Blind
My cells are stirring
And I've made my mind up
To go down the lane, again
Let me lie
Against your shoulder
In the desert night
Beneath the boulder
Of an old test site
And try to ask me where I've been
I remind you
Of the story of the sailor's bride
Who finally stole the boat
And rode the tide
Into the welcoming ocean
And when she stopped
It felt as though
The seas had swallowed
Her ankles
When I'm still
I feel just so
Rolling backwards
I'm rolling backwards
When we stop
It feels as though
We're rolling backwards
Down the road
When I'm still
My chest implodes
Rolling backwards
I'm rolling backwards
When we stop
It feels as though
We're rolling backwards
Down the road
