to break some bones

some bite their nails until they're raw and bare
some girls
tug, twist and twirl their hair
some boys
shake their legs while sitting in their chairs
others pop and crack their knuckles
while their minds tirelessly juggle
hundreds of things in a hundredth of a second

things to do
things to redo
things to undo

eventually, i found a lasting relief
in skipping over my breakfast bowl of grief
for an easy brunch of warm belief
and a few extra ice cubes in my passion iced tea

everyday, i return these rusted shackles and
borrow something softer on four bruised angles
i opt for a cotton skirt
to feel gentle brushes against the slopes of my ankles

and wristbands of honeysuckle
for the sweetest of wildflowers
that ceaselessly kiss the crevices between my calloused knuckles

and so i dress
for a date with a dirty plastic lens
goodness! to capture a moment
a moment more permanent than men
for what can be better?
the loosening grip of the sly one's fetter
Ah, me
daily I accept how the Creator heals
Oh, what wonder!
how subtle
how delicate it feels
as sunlight strokes
each strand of hair
Ah, me
reborn as infant
immersed in a sensate world
here today and here tomorrow; how beautiful how fair
today yes, tonight yes and tomorrow yes
open eyes, open windows and open doors
hold my head up
my head up high
keeping constant in my mind's eye
that how well i reap relies on how well i sow
so rise up rise up 'O Sleeper'
to the day to get to night for the fine adventure that awaits
always awaits tomorrow




listen to Big Jumps . Emiliana Torrini