trees with walls between them

by shira

maybe i'm just sitting
so leaves won't blow
into my lunchbox
where they're not supposed to go

i wouldn't mind making breakfast
of earthly reminders
supposed humility
between God's creatures
are there any God's failures
take some of each
and make a life

i'm sucked into your silence
not wanting to succumb
to your maybe nots
and maybe soons
i'll stop
they'll stop
my heart
my head

father i am daughter
son you are another
glowing bug to catch
and ooh and ahh over
and scrape onto the sidewalk
his sneakers smell like rubber
his light exploits so well

you're unsure
i'm sure
i'm convinced of questioning
the mercy of a quiet
blaring through the wall
separates our rooms
through it beats a pulse
i'll stop
they'll stop
my head