anew

we were made out of

sugarcane

carved out of cherry wood

strung together and

yanked at the seams,

catapulted into the sky.

and repeat,

as predictable

as the spinning

of the earth

held to the ground with

toothpicks

sleeping in flowerbeds

souls sprouting

roots and clinging

to the soil.

like eyeless wanderers,

like breathless astronauts,

like foolish mortals

buried at the edge of

the atmosphere

:

beginning anew

each day