The breaks and pains like a fireworks light,
I try not to think of self beyond my fingertips.
The lapping consciousness of a circus
and the peanuts creak under the weight.
We learn without believing
and those learned are unbelieving,
for when we know it all
we know nothing.
The fireworks light is still a circus
like the weight of my fingertips
as the pains of a life worth living
leave me floating out at sea.
The breath of sharks and eyes of tides
I’ve never liked the salty water
but the thought of coral made my knees shake.
I anticipate the mighty sea as a seed,
it started small but gained momentous roots
that overtook the body.
The breaks and pains of crashing waves
that believing is part weight and circus.
The lapping consciousness of a coral
and the creaking peanuts under the sky,
my footsteps are always quiet now,
but it’s the arthritis in my limbs that makes life worth
living.
