Poetry

Light Heavy

The First Position of a Dance

Daybreak
wasn’t always
like this
mouthful of sun
I am glad
the rain broke
the rain was coming down
playing piano on the air conditioner
as it lands
getting lost in language

water still clings to the windows
like my sadness
afraid of what is about to take
its place
the first position of a dance
which is also
how the dance ends