Shaky

Shaky from crossing so many bridges
and never leaping,
from wearing so many days in shoes
and never forgetting
them in the grass somewhere in a shadow.
Shaky from love never said, not knowing
where I begin and anything,
anyone else ends.
Shaky from never asking
my sister why we're so honest but incoherent.
Shaky from that song that seemed
to climb up my legs pulling me,
wanting me to breathe underwater again.
Shaky from a pen that slides
past words and mis-spells it all
coding my love in nonsense.
Shaky from the reflection of birds below,
making me believe
a moment that I wasn't dreaming.
Shaky from the small weight
of my heart between my shoulders tumbling.

july 3, 2010