How did I come so far
with only half of myself?
One eye staggers awake
the other— a companion
deep inside the roots of light.
I have been burning this country
down to its knees
begging for love
every stack of flames, my pain
every pillar of smoke, a village
looking for someone else.
This has gone on through every shell
of boyhood— every burning muscle of manhood
blanched in the heat of work
clearing trails through thunderheads
of white ash
I forget why I’ve wandered so far from home.
I search for hilltops, to sit
and take a breath
that the seed is no longer broken
that these orbits of confusion
are a wonder
and I will someday find myself
growing in the world.