fireworks

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.