Breathing While We Still Can

I hold my 
breath and the future
arrives just 
as water rushes in

We knew we could
only hold for so
long as earthly containers

To brim with
other matters
more when considering
roses and thorns

There’s no fixing 
any of this
the world just starting
to bleed out

For POETIC BITS OF KERRY in the Imaginary Garden xoxo