some clouds don’t need a roof,
some winds don’t ask for walls.
you keep trying to build shelter
where the sky just wants to fall.
your hands are tired from raising
beams
against what rolls and brews.
you think every gray horizon
is a threat you must refuse.
......
some clouds don’t need a roof,
some winds don’t ask for walls.
you keep trying to build shelter
where the sky just wants to fall.
your hands are tired from raising
beams
against what rolls and brews.
you think every gray horizon
is a threat you must refuse.
......