Crushed to Ash

It stays pressed between roots
it stays pressed deep in clouds
it stays in my own old shoes
and waits
for a bellyup day
for a telling face
for something, anything, to say
It stays pressed in my spine
it stays pressed into corners
it stays in my old unkempt habits
and dreams
for messenger waves
for equinox dates
for dreams to pray
a poorly lit flame
a neglected space
that but for shame
would be crushed
to ash between hands

apr 21, 2011