Breaching the Divide

I was going to toss it on the ground

when I allowed chaos to flourish
and didn’t see a rain gauge skipping
out on me. I made a promise to a subdued
city of stumps to be silent as a key
on a table. I knew in my heart that I
should run while celebrating the first week
of May. Watching banana spiders cross
busy intersections, I turned the corner
outside my gym and failed to hear
a continuation of the struggle between
high anxiety and ocean breezes.

I did not have a lot of hope that magic
would again be kept secret, be kept cold.
Very cold. My yard made me cry
even when it was surprisingly ape-like.
I never felt so fragile as when the world
buried me in the mud of its mojo.
Seeing the glass as half full in the world,
I felt a kindred spirit in the twilight.
Painful as it was, I knew how the spell
was first cast over the snow on red wolves.
Once more unto the breach, I had it in me
to take a stand against their dancing shadows.