1999

Now, when I close my eyes
Rooms dematerialize
I soar above salt water
Warm sand under my hands
I’m free

I have all the time in the world
I’m free

I used to keep quiet
Before I learned words
My bones dried, were chalk
Hot and heavy
I balked
Hot and heavy
In the world
Weary

I opened the door
Dug up the photograph
Ball point pen royal blue:
“I have failed 1999.”

Blessed is the one whose sin is gone

She cried