You marrow-deep in the bone-dry field,
sprawled like a wishbone snapped wrong-
the ground drinks your weight,
but won't swallow you whole.
wind combs its fingers through the wheat,
a mother's touch turned phantom.
That house- small as a postage stamp,
licked, sealed, and sent too far-
waits with its back turned.
your arms are bridges to nowhere,
your legs, two broken clock hands,
stuck in a time that does not move.
still, your gaze- sharp as a knife-edge moon-
slices the dance like a butcher's twine.
the land here is a tight-lipped secret,
a locked jaw of yellowed grass,
a lungful of dust that never exhales.
you wear silence like a second skin,
but your eyes, keen as a needle bite,
thread the gap between longing and gravity.
eagle-eyed girl, you have the hunters staring,
but the hunted bones
tell me- does the sky ever blink first?
I’ve been the one who dances
Among gravity devices
I am the soaring one
Who kept dancing
Soaring admit skies
Eagle eyes
10/17/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr©2024
I've stopped thinking that you hate me
I have now realized that you can not look at me eye to eye
because you can't stand your own reflection.
It must be a silver lining in the twilight.
J-ust keep an eagle eye on the flock,
O-n the twenty-fifth of November;
S-aturday like any other day
E-mploys unpredictable weather.
P-lease keep an eagle eye on the flock, keenly observe every chosen sheep;
H-ouse them in a safe shelter, before it gets dark and deep.
A-s you keep an eagle eye on the flock,
G-uide them toward the bright light;
U-sing the words of wisdom from God,
I-n the fall of the long night.
L-ook after the injured or sick, at the right time of the clock;
A-im to feed their mind and soul, keep an eagle eye on the flock.